I sit looking out
on the never ending stream
of cars and bikes and mopeds.
The moon rises three times a day
and fights the sun
with an endless un-tiring menace.
Stars dance among the candy floss clouds
through millennia of worm holes
and galaxies untold.
Who am I,
when did I get here,
how did I fall between my own feet
onto the hard surface of the warm ground,
where millions of soles
have tread through rubber bottoms,
the holes in my eyes
let in too much light
and secrete the tears of my ancestors.
They turn in their graves
when I sit on benches watching the red buses
fly by with hundreds of thousands of hands
and feet attached to limbs of soul-less beings.
Where do the trees hide in this urban metropolis,
the people’s eyes scare me,
dark with desire of material possessions
and the flesh of their neighbours,
can’t always see into their souls
when their blinkers are down,
running the gauntlet of life
with their Armani attire and fashionable haircuts.
I am but a boy in the body of a decaying star,
burning out without any of the magnitude
of my brothers,
a lost soul among the air and particles of disease.
I sit here with cigarettes burning my throat
with an inkling
of the cancerous delights that will inevitably eat me
whole like the fast food
that runs down the throats of the obese
in a land where taxes pay for the dead,
the living don’t get much of a say
and I am but a hypocrite,
killing myself one roll at a time,
rolling on like a skimming stone,
flying through the air
with the grace of a car
crashing to earth
from a hundred thousand miles of oxygen.
Walking these streets is a barrage of energy,
the people with their papers
and cold wind whipping through their defences
to make them susceptible
to the diseases of the city,
the diseases that infect us all,
no escape anymore as we crawl
to our deaths in the polluted gutters of hatred.
Get me another drink,
pour it down with more drink
and erode my intestines
with alcohol to numb the pain
of negativity that forces its way in,
through all my skin and muscle,
the flesh that dies day by day and day by day
I watch it,
as I watch them all without knowing their names
or who they are
and I will never talk to them,
as only the insane talk to people they don’t know,
so I’m stuck in here
talking to myself through my fingers.