Wednesday, March 09, 2005

i was speeding down central park west
with a bag full of magazines and a blackbook
central park still looks bleek
from the storm that just ran through New York

i'm sliding on ice
exploding in the sky
the trees are leaning forward
and grabbing the buses tail

the snake is following me
upstream to broadway
the sky is purple
manhattan is coughing up blood

you can hear the trumpets
and drum rumbling from my feet
trying to stop the noise
unbalaned equilibrium

i fall on my face
break a tooth
jacket, shirts all dirty
starts raining, not my day

getting paranoid
animals are on 57th st.
the Waldorf is on fire
talk talk, buy buy, breathe breathe

broken land scape goats
hummer ground fish boats
jumping jack bean stalks
stop go red green yield walk

puppet box car racers
ring circus freak master
mayoral lunatics moon babies
pre packaged freedom sale

my head hurts life is too loud
i missed the bus/train/plane/automobile
my pants are wet at the bottom
my sneakers are just socks with rubber on them

no one's optimistic
vultures circling the dead
knock knock problem is home
I tried the best I can/the best i can is good enough (is it?)

now i'm lost
who do I trust?
twenty five wive in the lake tonight
carpel jets hit the ground

do I still recall his name?
I should of seen the curse that flew right by me
you take the veil, you take the dive
who brought me here

all i remember is you
deprived and depressed
the last i remember is you
who brought me here

b.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jess said...

god i swear we share the same brain. it's slightly disturbing yet comforting in its irony.

7:24 PM  

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