Night is about artificial lights, town facades, and fast moving cars, all moving and breathing,
drunk with the magic of going somewhere, wandering away from home
Amusement parks and movies are about forgetting and being lost,
like children, fools in supermarkets, moving in circles
Listening to music is about lying back and spinning, trying to sleep
pretending to be dead rock stars,
glitter, vinyl, dark hollowed eyes
Loneliness is about voices and words, passing by saying unclear things
empty verses dripping metal, rust, smoke
Direction is about looking for a place to stop going,
something you will need to learn
The floor is about waking up and remembering where you were
ashes, dirt, splinters, learning, drinking, wishing, reading
Wind is about the words again, smothering in a haze of frivolous things,
the ashtray where ideas drown in dreck;
mortgages, taxes, lines, lessons, compassion, charity, entertainment, gossip,
kids; i.e. narcissism.
Life is about war and steps, clomping boots and breaking
papers, televisions, cassettes,
bombs and boxes, books and spiritual guidance from an ad selling cigarettes
Lily is about button downs and lipstick, pens and plagiarism,
writing and sleeping, saying only what everyone else has said,
Today is about the morning after,
when the intellectuals and fasinators and famous drunks have aged and died or otherwise gone away
What is there left?
Is it about dressing like an outlaw, writing ballads about imagined journeys and brawls in bars?
Josie: "You wonder if what you know is only there because you know it. If everything will be still be the same or if tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll talk of things you remember, but they won't be true anymore. They may not have actually happened. So I never talk about anything that happens, anything important that I know, because I don't want to look stupid or crazy for knowing what I know."
Loneliness is about voices and words, passing by saying unclear things
empty verses dripping metal, rust, smoke
Direction is about looking for a place to stop going,
something you will need to learn
The floor is about waking up and remembering where you were
ashes, dirt, splinters, learning, drinking, wishing, reading
Wind is about the words again, smothering in a haze of frivolous things,
the ashtray where ideas drown in dreck;
mortgages, taxes, lines, lessons, compassion, charity, entertainment, gossip,
kids; i.e. narcissism.
Life is about war and steps, clomping boots and breaking
papers, televisions, cassettes,
bombs and boxes, books and spiritual guidance from an ad selling cigarettes
Lily is about button downs and lipstick, pens and plagiarism,
writing and sleeping, saying only what everyone else has said,
Today is about the morning after,
when the intellectuals and fasinators and famous drunks have aged and died or otherwise gone away
What is there left?
Is it about dressing like an outlaw, writing ballads about imagined journeys and brawls in bars?
Josie: "You wonder if what you know is only there because you know it. If everything will be still be the same or if tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll talk of things you remember, but they won't be true anymore. They may not have actually happened. So I never talk about anything that happens, anything important that I know, because I don't want to look stupid or crazy for knowing what I know."
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