Tuesday, September 27, 2011

don't go round

i see people sliding into living...
dancing and screaming, the global commotion
and i, far away, like this sand from that ocean
i resent their beige sort of ease...
i ache to join in and be part of them, there
i want to so dearly, i just stand and stare
i see it all jagged in mosaic square...
it all turns to orange and red, it makes fire
i tell them i'm busy, but i'm a damned liar
it's tight in my chest, you know...
I leave all this pain unexpressed,
and it's no good
i don't go round murdering people.
i would.