Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Free Willusion

New Year's new morning acidmouth hangover.
I can do what I will, I can bring into being.
I make free. I can miss off going to work.
Asleep I can unwind the days. I am free.
I am free to slip into poverty. From there
To be driven insane, ground down, onto the heap.

This I can do, my will is mine, anytime I wish.


Gray winged parrots fly damp
City canyons streets
Sudden pink tumbling

I wait the bus to take me home
Away from this dirt and sound
And broken fag ends of gutters
Thin puddles formed rainbow
Sheen, the sun is setting
The day has ended,
The world has begun.