...Push me
against the wall
and ask me
about the things I
do not know
you'll probably get angry
but
is it worth a sigh?
Point blank
I can smell the metal hide
though i've never tried
dodging blank bullets
but I have never trusted a
pig
who grins in the middle
of a 7 am traffic jam
Too much goin' on
with not enough cigarettes left
A coffee stain on the table
remembrance of a glimpse
And I'm telling you
all the vagueness
between the dots is
me...