Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Day in Life

He (The Sun) lit my face again
between the cracks of my crushed curtain
  that's still playing my favourite dreams - I decide,
  to pause it to play them later tonight.
He crossed the bricks and headed down the park
exposing alleys and lives in his chutzpah
  I start out to make a living
  sandwiched in the tram by the crowd unforgiving
familiar faces seldom speak or smile
used to this life, been living awhile
  faces around - long and forlorn
  march to the faceless Piper's song
It is mid-day and streets are awash with sweat
Our stink and odour causes the Sun to retreat
  I walk, cutting through the Park in the laps of dusk
  Creaky, unoccupied Swings ebb to stop, so settling dust
growing shadows and the sepia tone
disappear into dark corners of the down-town
  I am now by the bedside window to preside
  
 a charade put up by Stars about our lives..
In the intoxication of sleep I bemoan
about the infidel moon that'd soon leave me alone..