Saturday, July 16, 2011

And there I was

On Drexel avenue
we'd been cruising quite a while
the church
place to be
he came by
you broke a bottle
smashed into pieces
god I love that sound.

What did you want to prove?
there is nothing to me
when we walk down the alley
and the trees whisper to me
and the world
swallows me
and you walk on
like it was just a walk
from point a to point b.

We built a fortress in the trees
too high to climb
you found a flag pole
we slid down
from the very top
before the trolls
came
and cut the tree
down.
The forest isn't for fun
it is for
is for
for
.
Never give a Japanese person a set of four.
Survival.
Fear.
A bucket of crabs.
Acme made the anvil
teach
authority
consequence.
Fun
.

For sword, for stamina, for sheer will of mind
chaos.
chaos.
chaos.

Pencil in hand pantyhose on the cross
sweet high heels
and stained lips
understand
patterns are all a part of madness
patterns are a trap.
If you get trapped in the pattern
or stuck in the equation
one way to figure your way out
most people never do
the herd is controlled.

The herd is a number on a form.
Are you the herd?
Well pick a corral
cuz soon no matter what barn
you walk to
when you hear the bell
it's still going to be a barn.

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