With no direction known...how to find a home
Walking...staggering...dying...
I envy the desert bush...it belongs here
Endless countless dry dunes leave me to drown in sandy grains
When adrift on water, land is life...when adrift on land, water is life
My bones morph to lead, my feet encased in stone
Must...move...forward...to stop is to die
Moving without rest is to die
I want to die...
But not fry
With two hands I grip to lift my leaden knee of stone, inching it forward
Yet, which way is forward...I move in doubtful guess...boundless sands hide clues from the living
Upon my weary head rests a concrete crown keeping me tediously toppled
In despair's exhaustion, I teeter, falling to brace myself against desert rock...it scorches the hand with my trusting touch
The fool yelps in sharp agony but Nature has made up Her mind on the likes of me,
Radioactive Man
Who comes here expecting life? The laws of Nature cannot be bought
A life resting on lies garners no rest
Radioactive my body be
Thus truth and lies turn opposite
If I wish to be near, my disease you fear
To whom I'm closest, I most hurt
Radioactive Man signals semaphores from afar
My love to you carries a lifetime ban
Knowing what I know, who can know me more?
I once saw ten thousand die under summer's red sun and not a tear was shed
I once saw one die in the cover of night and a village mourned without consolation
The sick cat flees to die alone
Dozing into desert's drowsy death
My will passed round in a slut's desire to live
Immortal sun pushes ever downward
Mortal man pushes ever homeward
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Huddled souls watch me die
Eating popcorn Japanese;
They blink and the spirit's gone
In the breath of a cat's sneeze.
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Some people never come clean
Life in the alley, the last free place. A place of puke, poverty, parables and perfidy.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Radioactive Man
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