Thursday, 22 October 2009
Monday, 12 October 2009
The waiting-room
The anxiousness, the worries, the question whether or not your next
The cell phones, the panic, the drama becomes more dramatic
The queue tickets, the check-ups, it's too busy to answer questions
The passion, the prescriptions, its incurring words preparing for the worse
The worried parents, the mourning friends, it's someone close mentioned in their prayers
It’s endless patience, its keeping company, it’s the sounds of a flat EKG
It’s covered insurance, it's the restlessness, it's the pace of incoming stretchers
It’s the test results, its bad air-condition, it's too unstable to be serten
It’s the coffee machine, it's the hopelessness, its annoying incompetent nurses
It’s the inevitable, the rescheduled plans, it's all in god’s hands
It’s the graveyard shifts, it's understaffed, it's outside a flag on half mast
It’s the water cooler, it's too crowded, its talk like you're already dead
It’s the routines, it's the muted television, it’s a two-way destination
It’s the customs of hell or heaven
From: Heel over heads EP 2005
Monday, 5 October 2009
Gay
and out of the closet
snake pit dancefloor, all ready to commense
topless pride accepted
i was the biggest guy there and i felt small
my orintation causally spoke for itself
non-gay corner, digesting the leasson
bizarre to normal, glad on the behalf
the suppressed of promiscuous succumb
and the bar on the the other side, lacking laugh
only condescending stares in a party all boring
why is hetrosexuallity not gay in itself
it's arcane
it's arcane i thought
but at least i tried to work the math
the the big guy left and went home and wrote this in a swift
like the world gave him homework
