PAIN AND ALIENATION


THE LOST OF TOUCH FOR HUMANITY

HELPLESS

We are helpless, in this mean game
coming across each other, in this dirty place
Fuck!
what's wrong with a little intelligent conversation
a little whisper in the dark
whispers without sucking and fucking
whispers saying nothing
but I am here, and yours

SNAPSHOTS

I still have the snapshots
of my other life, my other self
three for a quarter
X-rays of a shell


EXPOSED

I'm all exposed to the sun
burned thru to the bone
no shadow to hide in
no roof on my home


TRAVELOGUE

Searching for a haven
a cool place to dwell
to hang all my pictures
I took while in Hell


PRAGUE

I long for a place
barren of man
not your desert isle
or mountain retreat
no man made scars on those
but the gray cities of europe
empty and desolate

I want to be alone on a street
that leads to a bridge
a cobblestone past
of brick, stone and glass

The woods have no history
but the rings of the trees
telling of a year
when it rained or was dry
but the stones speak to me
in a hard polished tounge
the granite murmurs, the marble cries

I could study the plaza
for months at a time
walk to the river for lunch
if the weather was nice
or sleep if I tired
make myself tea
and sit on the sidewalk


LIFELINE

Suprise
is the essence of life
and I need fear, panic and terror
to pump my blood
from here to there

And if my dreams
left this pale page
would you recoil in horro
coolly react with pity
or cling like some marsupial child
Passion is the crime I use
to pump my blood
from here to there

Waiting....
for you to break the silence
waiting....
for you to show your hand
waiting....
for an act of god
to pump my blood
from here to there

Quick now!
or I'll release it
and the world will know
what I have to do
to pump my blood
from here to there


IF WISHES WERE WEAPONS

While walking in the park
I wished I had a gun
(I do)
to shoot the children
who disturb me

I would kill them
(freezing the immediate populace with fear)
and quietly walk away
while the gun turned to chocolate

they would find me
standing by a statue
of a famous man
my expression of pleasure hidden
by a sugary smear


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