Drexler McStyles: empty fifths

May 11, 2005

hollow chambers
and empty cylinders
together, they consume the day

dirty dishes dont have much time
to be what they are
everything is spic and span
everything is broken

falling out of the family tree
wrapped in a mexican blanket
there are tortillas and rice
but no cervezas, in the icebox

rain is falling against plated glass
while wind cuts through the sycamore
and the clouds;
they keep the volume low
lower than I care for it to be

the telephone is ringing
but there is no one
at the other end
just digits and machinery
doing their bit

my inner space
is well furnished
but this outside world
is desolation

sitting here
in a shoeshine chair
a long way
from where I need to be

just waiting on a bus
that will take us
back to the sunlight
back to the songs and dance
that still resonate in my mind

Posted by Drexler at May 11, 2005 03:56 PM