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May 02, 2005
little beasts
with time to kill
and the things in my mind
closing in on a stillbirth
I stepped out into the mystique
and closed along the magnetic pull
seating myself on the pagoda at the end of Sunset Cr.
the triumph of the sea
swelling pragmatically under the cobalt mirror
couldnt snatch the attention from
the usual parade of athletic prostitution
all the aggressively well geared folk
ears capsulated with the sony
springing along in their nikes
only their little beasts know the joy
of a mad scramble in the morning
leaping and chewing on their ties and binds
pulling their roller girls with the high speed chase vigor
romping about like a wayward drunk on the sand
while the cement runners speak into their xylophones
disrupting the nurturing calm of the sea
cracking my focus on the natural
and redirecting it to my current issues
of dismal proportion
women who drive you all over the chart
throw cold water on your smile
I nurture them the best I can
something to do with love
but little to do with the state of grace I need to possess
to endure the tragedies that I see off in the distance
out past the lifeguard station and the sandpipers
beyond the confused structure of choice and neccesite
beyond the minor stumbling blocks that little beasts overcome,
in order to enjoy the simple pleasures of this life
at times like this
I know who is really on the leash
and have no clue
about anything else
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 06:28 PM