i stopped the world from spinning on its axis on the drugs that make our brains in jars heads seem unreal in a world of workable microwaveable things
that just walk through their lives like clouds in their dreams.
dancing on your heads, stamping on your food,
draining fluid, playing on your mind, stealing your soul,
planning your day, wasting your hope. a hand in your pocket and an eye on your shoulder,
feeding the ducks in the park and driving kids to school, somewhere so far from nowhere that even relatives far away suspect you'll be arriving shortly,
feeling the breath of a dog on my shoulder -
feeling your tongue sticking to the ice -
feeling the iron in their blood.
the cracks of the pavement,
the rust in your nails.
these things; they just dont mean a thing.
watch the hometown you've grown up in burn to the ground.
skipping around the ash and lighting cigarettes with
some matches from pockets of moth eaten coats.
once again, seeing your smile die, comments on appearance and rainy