“Turn
your head and cough.
Everything seems fine.
May I make a suggestion?
Maybe you never
were a poet.”
standing
on a sidewalk
crosswalk
before me
three
a.m.
on
the other side of the intersection
a
car waits for the light to change
a
man walks up to the car
pulls
a pistol
and
fires several shots at the driver
i
stand frozen
watch
as my mind finds the sound
the
man runs off
a
twenty four hour diner
empties
as a crowd surrounds the car
cell
phones dialing
i
turn and walk away
the
court jester never holds sway
at
the round table
in
this city nothing surprises me
violence
is in its veins in an endless refrain
i
put the plugs in my ears
blutengel
fills my mind with a language
my
father spoke but didn’t pass down to me
so
i enjoy the beat and the electronic sounds
i
can hear the sirens
soundtrack
to l.a.
my
mp3 is on random
switches
to seelennacht
the
violence was random, meaningless
the
driver’s death was random, meaningless
tonight
is random, meaningless
i
spy a cat in the gutter
road
kill
tonight
i have had my fill
of
the meaning of meaninglessness
i
find OMD on my mp3
set
it to play their “best of” album
take
me back to a simpler time
when
the only crime i witnessed
were
the fans of hair bands
ridiculing
the second british
musical
invasion
a
synthesized creation that i still love
even
if the best of it now comes
out
of germany
where
am i going with this?
you
ask
oh
i forgot
you
haven’t unlocked
that
when i talk
i’m
not coming to a point
with
words i wander far afield
i’m
just relaying
what’s
displaying
there
is nothing behind the viewing screen
when
something happens
there
is nothing to understand
but
let me shut out these thoughts
listen
to the album i bought
and
sing,
“i
was only dreaming”
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