They don’t talk
Each in their own world chewing away like cattle at the trough
She’s clad in sweatpants and runners from another life
Both head to toe in don’t give a fuck uniforms
The stalemate of conversation goes unchallenged
Locked in solitary
The vacancy in the eyes is all they have left in common
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Woman Behind the Counter
flick of hip swings open the kitchen door
plates in hand, apathy on face
she cuts a groove trenching out a routine
10 years? Ten too many all worn in the eyes
I catch look as she swabs the deck
Deep in there, there is life to be found
We share a second and for that briefest of moments, we connect
She smiles, I return
The bell rings and its back to reality
I catch here eye as I settle and hope that she never does
plates in hand, apathy on face
she cuts a groove trenching out a routine
10 years? Ten too many all worn in the eyes
I catch look as she swabs the deck
Deep in there, there is life to be found
We share a second and for that briefest of moments, we connect
She smiles, I return
The bell rings and its back to reality
I catch here eye as I settle and hope that she never does
Saturday, September 27, 2008
the seed
Nobody said it would be easy but nobody said it would be hard
Hidden behind the mediocrity that we are forced to accept
Under the weight of restriction and the exhaust of thematic demise
Who are we and why are you here?
Growing up unknown even to myself
Retreaded ambition retarded growth
Fighting up from the dirt to see the light
Drinking in the light of spring
Clearing the mud from my eyes
Standing on broken legs arms to the sun
Born today standing up
Yesterday I lay tomorrow I’ll crawl
Running from a past that wasn’t mine
Did what we were told never questioned it
Now we rise
Now we take it back
Now we become what we were always supposed to be
No longer smothered into the darkness
Tired of being polite for the sake of face
Mud in my eyes water in my ears
Rise above
No more prone fetal
No more bound hands
Too long told how to live by those who we give
Out of the dirt and into the light
Hidden behind the mediocrity that we are forced to accept
Under the weight of restriction and the exhaust of thematic demise
Who are we and why are you here?
Growing up unknown even to myself
Retreaded ambition retarded growth
Fighting up from the dirt to see the light
Drinking in the light of spring
Clearing the mud from my eyes
Standing on broken legs arms to the sun
Born today standing up
Yesterday I lay tomorrow I’ll crawl
Running from a past that wasn’t mine
Did what we were told never questioned it
Now we rise
Now we take it back
Now we become what we were always supposed to be
No longer smothered into the darkness
Tired of being polite for the sake of face
Mud in my eyes water in my ears
Rise above
No more prone fetal
No more bound hands
Too long told how to live by those who we give
Out of the dirt and into the light
Dull Razor
The future of the past floats through my memory
Ambition burned by the flame of truth gives way to the cold wind of regret
Strumming six strings I link chords that form a melody I’ve heard someplace before
Finger picking frustration composing a cover
Years gone youth refrains
Born of a generation sans fathers figuring
Where once the future was a flame
The torch has gone cold
Expected not to care following suit dressed in uniform
Gave them what they wanted only to become them
Killed the heroes we longed to find
Wandering alone in the dark blood on our hands wondering what we’d done
Green to grey like a dull razor
Rusting and lost wondering if it’s too late
It’s well past midday and I’m still searching
Are we to be alone together?
Ambition burned by the flame of truth gives way to the cold wind of regret
Strumming six strings I link chords that form a melody I’ve heard someplace before
Finger picking frustration composing a cover
Years gone youth refrains
Born of a generation sans fathers figuring
Where once the future was a flame
The torch has gone cold
Expected not to care following suit dressed in uniform
Gave them what they wanted only to become them
Killed the heroes we longed to find
Wandering alone in the dark blood on our hands wondering what we’d done
Green to grey like a dull razor
Rusting and lost wondering if it’s too late
It’s well past midday and I’m still searching
Are we to be alone together?
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