Everyone is watching and waiting

for the moment to burst

into a thousand tiny spectacles

off to the horizon

hovering around the clouds

everyone in their own worlds

paralyzed by the human condition

forcing smiles

taking miles in an endless

romp of numbing sensations

she puts a story on him

as he is writing novels

on every passing face

a once protagonist

turned conformist

paying the bills

an anarchist

who pays taxes

sometimes

I am a hero

king of the trash heap

what a horrible job it is

I think i will retire

where?

to an attic

with a typewriter

a few spools of ribbon

and piles of paper

the con man fades

to a day laborer

while the cowboys work dude ranches

and everyone is pretend

blue button up shirts

slacks and black socks

false pretenses

walking to the beat

of a monotone drum

all the crooks

are undercover cops

false angels with plastic halos

our complicated speech

and delicate language

make our dance moves

and guide our motions

down to wicked wall street

at the crossroads of our hear attacks

and in the city

thats where it happens

the sleepless junkies

the vestibules of whores

bought for change

and hope left hanging itself

from a ceiling rafter

because the mind

ate itself from the inside

the misguided youth

of broken homes

this pertains to you

some times life

is nothing more than

a pair of dirty blue jeans

and a little food in your stomach

we start big

with cow eyes

and end up small

squinting

osteoporosis of the ego

wondering where our souls go

and its a let down

our impermanence

the story tellers

and fiction writers

want to sell us

our candy coated

tragedies

but we are to poor

to pay attention

remember to breath

and don’t panic

the end is near

but don’t fear

your bended ear

its all static

to make sense of it

we draw from our delusions

to one concrete conclusion

everything I thought was right

has turned out to be wrong

everything I despised has been lies

as I dressed the part and played them

there is a fire inside

cooled by water

pumping earth and oxygen

and its called alive

what a momentous pariah

we waste