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last chance texaco |
| 2003-04-30 : 12:11 a.m. square pegs |
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mad sky like the color of forgetting and how’s the wife these days? the same? different? is there a difference? both – the landscape is killing me not sure where i heard that but sure i heard it somewhere these thoughts not my own these things i don’t own but they don’t own me either we all name our own price and i don’t come cheap but i do come often a circle or square by definition a constant, a variable where do i fit in – the pictures in the dictionary look nothing like me but nothing like me has ever tried this escape route lonesome highway stretched like a scar across the face of probability the probable comes out of nowhere this routine, this anxiety, this never ends, it only begins over and over and over again retreat, i fall back against the grain, am i the square peg this time, or the round whole grain here wherever here is it isn’t enough holes in the sky, in the river, in the street i live on like social acne the acme – yes – a generic climax and of all things – been there before all things end of the same way, not with a bang but a whisper softly now speak to me using words you never heard before never new, before, but never used before and sat alone wondering, wandering and meandering through and through and falling again, kicking again, not for truth or consequences, or pomp nor circumstance everything i see is a rerun of missed opportunities and i’ve been backing the wrong horse since the day i was born can you scratch that? are you impressed? jesus, who the hell am i talking to anyway? isn’t you – could be anybody anybody but the sure thing finished |