April 02, 2006

holding cell

Im not sure
if this house is made
of cards
or of glass
but either way
the structure is not quite
sound

the calendar is filled
with repeats
and only the wind
passes through
with any sort of
purpose

rapping on keys
and losing myself in
the flashing lights
of Interville
the days leave no
markings
upon my impression
they look embarrassed
to be here

I know the feeling

from one extreme
to the other
is my calling card
but perhaps I should
have the number disconnected
or find a longer bridge
to place between the segue
from flight
to collapse

Posted by Drexler at 01:13 PM

March 30, 2006

Day 5

Ive got my checks
and balances
on replay
because I cant believe
how somberly it goes
all we must endure
is the tenure
of crabs who click
at the uttermost sound
whether it be a turnover
or an offensive rebound

I had no illusions
when I stepped into the showcase
but the opinions of the lacking
are like mirrors with a preface

and burning notes by the roadside
isnt exactly what I had in mind
but I had to flee from a country
pegged upon such a vulgar design

none of this
was meant to print
I would be happy
to bury it under this glass
but what hovers over us
is unlikely to be an overpass

we've all been here
for a thousand years
though the reasons why
arent discussed among my peers
who poke out
at the moment of neccesity
and try to convince me
of my hipocrisy

Ive seen a good many
things in my path
but nothing harder
than at which I can laugh
than the fools and the pharoahs
who havent a clue
about the global integrity
of which I pursue
upon my departure
from any given dock
that rises to the seems
of the level at which I
disembark

Posted by Drexler at 08:21 AM