Home at last
Weary and weathered
I finally sit
Alone
In a not so silent silence
Hello old friend.
How I have missed your lonely grumbles
Your haunting melodies
Your aching sigh
on these cool sterile walls
And in this not so silent silence,
The chatter of the clocks
Accost my eardrums
Turning a rainbow to fog,
Like screeching traffic
Running through greens
And reds
In my mind
and the shadows rippling through the street
Like the whores that taper to nothing
On its curbs they
Do the same justice
To my thoughts
like the beating of cans, and the blaring of horns
At the driver
that just cut you off
Making you wait
5 more seconds
to get that drink
You cant name in one breath
or the cry of a babe
the gnashing of its gums
like a gun to your head
a constant reminder of everything that once was
of everything that never will be
what do you see in the mirror
when you take those prescriptions
that those doctors told you to take?
futuristic PEZ
in multicolored bottles.
Perhaps, this fog
This Smog,
This black coffee among the chi teas
Is not covering any rainbow.
no...
Like the chorus of all the pain
And anguish
And hate
And love
And emotion
This golden turmoil
Condensed
Like a fist in the quivering jell-o mold
That must be my stomach
Is everything I feel
But cannot say.
 Doomed_Karu · Sat Apr 19, 2008 @ 12:35am · 0 Comments |
