Sleeping Along the Roadside
12-26-05
Tangle me up and we’ll slide
Temple dreams and fragrant blankets
echoes of a lost place
peaceful reactions, explosions, and
weeping from highway to highway
crossing through skyscraper paradise,
we slide along the riverbeds of our lives
and at least we’re not cold
steamy showers and lucid fatigue
and at least we’re only burning
crumpling tambourines, melting speakers
to our heartbeat bass-line
at least we’re only twenty
tearing away together
into the freaky, hot
new day.
Rollercoaster,
Tall twirly and mighty
ghost whispers waning
on radio day,
poverty-strewn empty rooms,
I catch you and
above the maggots we glide
freed of our chains, reduced
by fear-lines, foggy rain
sharp windowsills,
and the catechism that tears us
into a lonely world, together.
