walking
around in a world of sound
lingering
in the lost and found
downtown
the ground’s covered in rain
i
slip and fall without the pain
tasting
tacos from a truck
no
line from rain, i was in luck
soaked
to the skin, not going in
i’m
filled with beer, whiskey and gin
rain
gutter rust crusted with lust
ashes
to ashes, dust to dust
from
street decay i will not sway
you
are not lost if there’s no way
tonight
i rhyme within this clime
your
physics lie when marking time
physics
too is a perception
dancing
death of dull deception
and
neuroscience doesn’t know
that
contrast will not make it glow
gotta
know how the game is played
rules
are tools of malleable clay
survivor’s
instinct doesn’t think
done
time before in this precinct
it’s
more effective when you bounce
their
blows are glancing when they pounce
the
right or wrong can dance with song
just
hide until hurt moves along
only
abused are not confused
we
run away from a lit fuse
and
every movement that we make
substantiates
that all is fake
the
lion roars, the eagle soars
and
we become part of décor
to
keep your target off our back
no
matter what the cul-de-sac
we
camouflage with an assuage
surviving
as your entourage
so
all this talk of good and goals
are
meaningless and minuscule
we’re
purpose driven to survive
and
when you’re gone we have arrived
so
back to all this late night walking
far
from all the endless talking
no
progression or direction
or
illusions of protection
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