Track marks up and down
Arms and legs
Trailed with our
Cast away past
The wrappers telling time
Strata of unmet needs
Straddling broken pipe dreams.
You and I aren't that
different Mama,
we're really just the same
in the bright fast car
gaining speed
in no one's name.
I can't take this pace
this drive for speed
I'm crashing over and over
doing it again
calling it a creed.
Your blood is so
translucent Mama
phosphorescent glow
winter morning pills popped
oozing through rivers
surging spring melt flow.
Needles stacked
Pickup sticks
Art without a show.
Strewn down stretching shores
Confetti for post-modern stage
Are you throwing me off your back
Mama
was it something that I've said?
Seismic fits and coughs
rattling the cage
the matrix with its deep red tear
ripping through carotid arteries of trade
a whole new signal to the brain.
You and I aren't that
different Mama,
we're really just the same
in the bright fast car
gaining speed
in no one's name.
I can't take this pace
this drive for speed
I'm crashing over and over
doing it again
calling it a creed.
You're clearly on a bender Mama
wracking in the pain
We're in the same fast car
Dying in no one's name.
All rights reserved 2011 ~ Scott Patrick Schwenk
I keep reading this powerful sweetness, Daddy, and feeling it. Not understanding it fully, but I feel it. ~ Rae
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