Electric antenna HR's deity at play
Rocking arms and wheels company segway
Inspiration hyped and professional frustrate
Chain and web and logistic wednesdays
Kpis and aims and goals quarter fitting
demands and constraints and deadline metal
expedient charisma wildly formal yet sassy
Dreams are born then severed into sashimi
The gears and pistons and Pneumatic tubes
Keep the C levels in lux and the noobs in lube
How I trickle
fumble and tickle
the hair turning red
The man of me mad
Embark onto the pavement
Broken city all okay
My masculinity snake like
slithering up the cracks in the pavement
Know me by another name
lost and hopeless
Found and godlike
Peeling back the clouds
Just to find their lightning
Extract the strom
From their inevitable storm
Embark on the wayside
Hairy and sasquatch like
Hostile and warlock like
Eyes as these
See what you hide
Eyes like these, now lo
get to know you inside
I couldn't guess what they were trying to do
It's a life, a machine
get a grip
fidgeting with some small object
anxiety such a gift
tapping in and out of
Hey drone agitation
I can see your new hobby
On a thread on a screen in some pent up implication
That reads under the title
I can see the shape of the attempt
Life is a rush you want to disprove something
Sit with yourself restless and unable to just to be
Influenced by the live wires and pre tweeking teens
coming up and splashing their half truths and dreads
All across the little reality they hope you'll check
The feathers have grown
The bird is magnificient
The baby cries through the wall
The beak extends over years
The plummage is majestic
The grace of the bird
The pain in the infant
Soon flight will be expected
Night is dry morning humid
Eyes imitate
The bird spreads it's wings
Falling off the rail
Taking the upwind into the sky
Golden feathers
Gone into the sunrise
Gone from our observation
Outside the fence
Poking pines
stinking eucalypts
Trees and undergrowth conceal me
Pull a cigarette from pack
Time has no authority
The bell will go
but we will stay
Duties have no authority
Strict voices calling people
Angry at broken boundaries
Poorly maintained fences
Need dark shade
Or direct light
Just not the greys
Just not twilight
A place where rules massage obedience
Into believing structure is safety
Yet even the air itself disobeys
Fast-growing exotic trees pushing through boundaries
I light the cigarette
Smoke flows and fluffs across the fence
Voice fades behind me giving up
The man connected to it is gone
Undesirable pariahs emerge from the undergrowth
Wary and troublesome souls
Slipped beyond the limits and structure
I draw smoke into my lungs and exhale
For a moment the fence shrinks
Branches scrape against its wire
The stragglers disappear between the trees
And the voice has no volume to warn us
My coffee tasted like shit this morning
Age had been yelling at me
From the moment I woke
To this current sentence I'm struggling to throw on the eye
Tasteless boring coffee and no expression to the back garden morning light
My dog looked up with pity in his eyes or atleast thats what I chose to see
My energy plateaus bleakness slowly manifests like a big colorless veil
It tells me about my past like it can read into my mind and it's memories
It doesn't jeer or taunt, it just matter of factly reiterates the disappointment
It lays down the situation and the acidic aftertaste of the coffee stings the mouth
I do not try to diminish or deny the elaborations of the colorless veil
Infact I have to strain my brow to be bothered at all
Despite the growing apathy and sense of stinking staleness a sense a slight optimism
For if all those years contained the most daunting and abject desolation
Then surely tomorrow was going to shine super brightly in comparison
That is if I was seeking the difference and not the familiarity
A terra da fazenda terminava
Pernas pesadas nos levaram para o bairro
Ruelas estreitas onde viviam aposentados
Cuidando das barracas de suas camas
Uma longa fileira de casas geminadas
Conduzia para dentro da vila
Ao longe, um velho atravessou a rua
Passo de caracol sobre o asfalto
Onde meus pais moram, ouvi uma voz dizer
Com quem ele estava falando?
Cortinas escondiam o conteúdo de cada casa
Por trás de coloridas cortinas de artesanato local
A nuvem se estendia diante do dia
Observávamos formas que se moviam lentamente
Dentro das casas cujas portas estavam abertas
Velhice e resignação
Planejei minha saída daquele lugar
Mas agora meu corpo estava cansado
Minhas ambições mortas, eu seguia mancando com a perna boa
Para preparar uma xícara de chá dentro de um casabre vazia
The farm land ended
Heavy legs carried us into the borough
Narrow lanes where reitred people lived
Attending stalls from their beds
A long length of connected cottages
Leading into the village
In the distance an old man crossed the street
Snail pace across the tar
Where do my parents live I heard a voice say
Who was he talking to?
Curtains hid every cottages contents
Over colorful local handicraft curtains
The cloud stretched out before the day
We observed slow moving shapes
Inside the homes whose doors were open
Age and resignation
I planned my exit from this place
But now my body is tired
My ambitions dead I amble on my good leg
To make a cup of tea inside the vacant shack
Left for me
