04 July 2005

make the everyday different

where's your red hot burning gone?
I watched you window last night
till the morning took me away;
filled me with iron fillings.

your eyes are just empty now.
just layers of torn
flakes of advertising

I need a new metaphor
no primal scream
peeling paint
not just another box to live in
not just another angle to take
self to make
another cliche

walk the fun run
through the park
and watch the other people pass
the buck.