Around the thoughts of the day and openings that came to me,
That hit my heart and all around like falling notes on a very cold and shiny surfaces.
Dead beat silence now,
And an aching torso soon.
I’m not interested in loving you tonight,
So I didn’t think about you on my long walk home.
I heard the city under everything else I heard.
I was hearing,
Men cry and shiver in the cold air.
Bitter excitement escapes from the taverns,
A homeless man for my pennies and a moral fit,
And a gust of wind to sweep me off the streets.
All this was in place of you.
I keep meaning to watch The Room because it’s a piece of work
To analyze in the company of my sour lover,
Using mysterious tools and philosophy and laughter,
Lots of laughter.
But I can’t bring myself to do what I do these days,
It reminds me of delight and the late nights running further away,
Joking about strange movies and music and fate.
Having problems just outside my door,
Being hung-over all the time,
The feeling of discontent,
Gets you into places,
You don’t want to be,
But you come out,
A million bucks,
A newer me!
That,
I miss.
Looking,
Feeling,
Finding,
Something that they aren’t getting,
That they’ve deserved,
For three decades and some more,
While they sit up every night,
Restless as the static from their radios,
Trudging,
Screaming,
Dragging themselves on,
Through the calendar that’s hanging in the kitchen,
People who’ve been nothing but good,
Nothing but bad,
Are making lists and rotting with that-
Fine,
Crisp,
White,
Razor thin stack of blank papers,
People who are feeding their pets, feeding their children,
Who have nothing but the pillow they rest on every night,
Who have nothing but nameless roads to travel down,
There are people begging,
People eating,
People who are moving onward on a wave, mastering a surfboard,
People who’ve mastered a fingerboard,
People who are-
Stealing,
Who are destroying themselves,
More than life destroys itself for nothing but the truth.
People.
In all their blood,
Their dedication,
Their time,
Which is single handedly the only real thing we’ve got,
People and their lives,
Afraid to lose.
I’m old.
Jazz ringing through the hallways
And my dogs are howling,
And the cat went missing.
Stride with me, through Blister City.
Feel my scars and taste my past,
Drops on roses,
Are looking like some blister rain,
And blustered wind.
Kids with rosy cheeks who passed on long ago,
Singing old lullabies,
To the end and back again,
And one time to the end of life.
I’m singing about all that I’ve seen,
My friends have passed but I’m still singing,
Passing through Blister City,
The men in their hats who tuck their heads in their coat,
The sight of apartment fires and oil boats.
Little children are waiting quietly for the sun.
I’ve been gone long,
My pictures been drawn and I’ve had my fun.
I’ve heard the jazz and seen the lights,
And I know life can be pretty,
Despite what I’ve seen in Blister City.
Turn around, twist behind
All the times you felt used
Remember where your small hands grew
Remember the doorstep you walked through
The day you grew wings and decided to fly
Go around, go up, go down
Right now this life holds too much for you to leave
Go left, go right
Dance around all the people who made you feel ashamed
Let them know that their ways
Won’t make you, won’t mistake you
Won’t take or break you
Remember where you took your first breath
Recall the person who gave you life
And never forget to come home
Because your body grows tired eventually
Say a curse, say a prayer for the ones that left you
That possessed you
That took you far from home
Learn that time will never make up for the feeling of being alone
Go around, go up , go down and seize the light that is there for you
Your fate
Take it, keep it, save it
And forget everyone that made you feel like no one.
