Crazy Eyes

you

crazy eyes starring up at me

from the limp lights of the parking garage

windows half way pulled down cigarette smoke

rolling over glass hedges

somewhere out there we're hearing 

the stuttering of a late model car

trying to button down for a long night of 

doing nothing

but fondling in the back seat of this old car

like two teenagers try to find the right 

spots.

and the fire trucks peel by like midnight fire

off to save some

lives

in

Babylon.

the radio whispers and hands starting wondering

what kind trip

we're on.. on on....

it's fun while it last until you head right back

up

to where you came from

and i know it all now so i don't take this for granted

or put weight more on it

than anyone of  us can take

so i let the words bubble at the surface

to let the feeling marinate

in this bullshit

we're on.

we both have preoccupations, people to spoon and make us feel like
its all up to us
but we both know that denial runs

rotten

in us.

we must busy ourselves until something certain

but even then in that part the emotions are blinder than a
solitary person
or
a.
a.

a peon.

so as the bus rolls away with you on it

i'll be looking forward to writing a letter
all about it

to my

editor

in 

Poland.
if they can hear me screaming
then i'll know
nothings worth it
but
moving on.

there's a hat in the middle of the street waiting..
oh waiting
waiting for me.
if i can dodge all these fucking cars
i just might make it
to seniority
across vast wasteland