tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86853202011-04-21T12:53:30.116-07:00undisonushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685320.post-1097836360887820182004-10-15T03:10:00.000-07:002004-10-15T03:32:40.886-07:00at this hour <br />the voice of my mother in my head <br />mutters <br />only madmen and murderers <br />walk the lonely streets <br /> <br />dare i venture <br />into the black night? <br /> <br />away from the fluorescent <br />sterile light <br />white walls unadorned <br />this thin curtain <br />veiling me from the outside world <br /> <br />even at this hour <br />the roar of traffic in the valley <br />the thrum of asphalt-eating treads <br />the sound of commerce and capitalism at 3 in the morning <br />my fellow insomniacs <br />racing down the interstate <br />pupils fixed and dilated <br />hopped up on meth and coke <br /> <br />caffeine crystallizes in our veins <br />burning from the inside <br />like shards of glass <br />scraping brain <br />rasping at the heart <br /> <br />without the music, I would've gone mad hours ago. <br /> <br />me, there is no destination <br />just killing time <br />burning away like the dead chapparal on the hill <br />incandescing in an arsonist's fantasy <br />of fire and fucking <br />(And the LORD spoke to Moses) <br /> <br />the hours begin to stretch <br />the end which you so desperately need to reach <br />but are inconceivably afraid of <br />you taste the iron-salt tang of blood and sweat <br />acid rising into your throat <br />zeno mocks you with every half-length you close <br />and still the ocean, still the southern frontier <br />like a testicle crushing strip-tease <br />revolutions thundering, exploding <br />slamming the gas down with the rage of three thousand miles gone by <br />the fiery madness of regret and lost chances <br /> <br />still you're rolling this stone up that goddamn hill <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685320-109783636088782018?l=futilewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>undisonushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442noreply@blogger.com1