My voice had gone And there was a leak of Green mold in the wall And across the hall I could hear the screams of Either passion or Real pain
Outside the trams Roared past & The way they whined Sounded like a young dog Screaming or a little Girl whining -
The sound Woke me up For the first Month.
But the Autumn smell Warm with eggs, beer & pasta sauce Started to fill up the place And slowly it all Started to feel Like the temporary home It was meant to be
And when your supposed To settle down in One place you see that You were never meant to Be that kind of person because It drives you mad seeing The same four walls everyday In and out down the chute made Of concrete, electricity & will power
How do people do it For so long Without going insane?
I don't know
I hope to never know
Or maybe I already have, And I don't know it...
Perhaps I'm already On the other side Of that
Crazy River.
Soon The place started to Fill up with things That looked the same As what was in my brain; Things that kept me alive And kept me awake and Steadied my brain from Tilting to far to the right or The left or front to back
Then the windows Started opening Cool fresh air coming in Like a rushing stream From a place I knew as "Nowhere"
Drunks outside Passing in the night Me one them Some of the time & Me - an observer - The other times
But
As I watched I saw Little bits of me in them More and more and I started to re-evaluate what Kind of night stalker I wanted to be
These walkers - some at least - Can't crane to see the stars Or hear the way the tram passes by them Much like The young ladies in the tight Jeans with their heels clicking and Their lips licking just so Gentle & evil like they always Seem to do
I was at A loss of everything As I watched myself Wander to the next Hole that would Never be my or Their last.
At quite a loss.
Losing is winning And winning is losing When you go right You also go left
There is no escaping This mad Crippling Self-obsessed readers digest Crazed, murderous, treacherous & *** blistering place
We are here standing On the brink of Digital beauty, Sharing all and being all And seeing pictures That people in the past Would never get to see or imagine Simply because of this ****** little machine in front of me.