from the top to the bottom
bottom to top i stop
at the core i've forgotten
in the middle of my thoughts
taken far from my safety
the picture's there
the memory won't escape me
but why should i care
we're stuck in a place so dark
you could hardly see
a manner of matter that splits with the words i breathe
and as the rain drips acidic questions around me
i block out the sight of the
powers that be
duck away into the darkness
times up
i wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
and the eyes ease open and it's dark again
in the memory you'll find me
eyes burning up
the darkness holding me tightly
until the sun rises up
listen to the sound
dizzy from the ups and downs
and nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
watching the wheels of cars that pass
i look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
a window grows and captures the eye
and cries out yellow light as it passes me by
and a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
inside a building of rocks with antennas on top
now nothing can stop in this land of the pain
the same lose not knowing they were part of the game
and while the insides change
the box stays the same
and the figure inside could bear anybody's name
the memories i keep are from a time like then
i put on my paper so i could come back to them
someday i'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
that this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
i'm here at the podium talking
the ceremonial offerings
dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
what's happening
city governments are eternally napping
trapped in greedy covenants causing urban collapsing
bullets that scar souls with dark holds
get more than your car stole
some hearts be blacker than charcoal
for real this society's deprivation depends
not on our differences but the separation within
no preparation is made limited aid
minimum wage
living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
tragedy within a parade
the darkness overspread like permanent plauge
in the forgotten
