the metro cabs from highland park
are on the prowl tonight
ever present, every passing
lavender and silver winter nighttime sky:
premonitions of the introspection
we cannot possibly avoid
when we are locked up inside ourselves
for half-a-year
something of the ti-ming is off:
dopamine is what we'll need tomorrow,
but it drains from us this evening
God, deliver us amphetamine
come morning
to cope with us
FOR, in every face we see,
in every conversation that we dare
to voraciously play out in our psyche
but cautiously maneuver
like we are circling a wounded prey,
it is US that are the predators
the kill is coming
and (with) each separation
from its [universal] meaning
we face the satiation of our need:
(love me, accept me, i.e. be a-WARE
that it is They that hunted down our den
but in the grip (of) the survival (of)
whatever shall come next
we've sharpened up our fangs in dreams
and so there is no worry:
'let the meter run,
we won't delay
in saving us.'
21 Nov 2012, 10:12 pm
