Neon cages, the town built around
highway asphalt concrete blacktop.
Mighty steel, glass marble siding,
2 lanes 3 lanes 4 lanes widening.
Towering structures, touching the sky,
windows, doorways, tar covered rooftops.
Bus lanes, walk ways, subways, transit,
the heartbeat of the big city.
I saw a man
who wouldnt boot
his hard drive must have crashed
he was laying there
on the ground
his cables a twisted mass
his eyes were blank
no flashing lights
his LED’s were brown
no backup could restore this man
from what had brought him down.
drink your life away fool…..
braggart cool. pompadour daydreams
love in a glass of whiskey. Your bloodshot eyes
look at me over a shot of tequila. Young. Beautiful.
I staggar to you in our weekend dance. All inhibitions
lost in a bottle of gin. My weeks are emptier still, no talk,
no soul, no hello to console me. Live for the weekend and
waiting for our drunken ritual.
spatter spatter
blood splatter
does it matter..guns go off without a hitch
find a body in a ditch.
bitch, rich? Who knows…But crime shows
that crime grows, no matter what the man
wants you to think,
he stinks,
a fink,
a now egomaniac once high school geek.
Puttin bars on the schools, rules, fools
follow them everyday, who can say,
what is wrong what is right, doesnt matter
spatter, spatter,
blood splatter.
our seaside retreat,
room102, summer heat.
people pass by outside in the dusk
hurried steps, mumbled voices.
sweat glistens on our skin
sheets soiled bunched up on the floor
as we stare at the cracked ceiling of the room.
intimate encounters.
if only they knew
we we do
in room 102
neverending train
awaiting it
the tracks
trackmarks on the road
crossing the road
stopping us
like a red sign
like a nightstick
dropping us
to the pavement
bloody in pain..
thats like this waiting…
waiting for the train…
