Sunday, 8 March 2009

Where’s my right mind?
Right intention
Right angles triangulating to create the space where the thought was born
Filthy and Wretched
Gasping and Crying
Clasping the air for a wisp of life
Scrubbed down, weighed, raised and taught to hate
Taught to behave like the rest of us

And the city eats people like candy floss
At the side of the road where the traffic meets
And the light falls hard on my bed tonight
As the evening envelops our bodies and hearts

Time to stop seeking refuge in material, thinking out loud for the world to hear
I wish I could be through skin and words
Translucent and empty
To be filled by you
Close to the bone but not holding firm
Moving with the spirit not the letter
Because we never laid down those laws.

And the city kills people, clear as day
In the jagged cracks where they fall in between
And the trains run late straight through my soul
Screeching to a halt where lovers part.

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