a fitting end to another daily drone
I eventually meander my way back to the "same ol'"some home
lawns of green strewn left and right
...suburban mentality ...gotta keep your shit tight...
garbage cans lined up neatly on the curb
like littered like a brood
previously seperated... so-as not to intrude
to me the very premise, though sensible, seems crude
surviving their daily lease on life
prozac and the paper... work/home... home/work...
...it all comes to a price
overhead a spinning ceiling fan
...out of balance, it gently swayed
I remember I was watching the ant races
...and listening to the hiss parade
thru the dead of night, "Alive!!!" the shot cried
...and that's how I learned what it meant when they say that somebody has died...
you can pay for it with blood
you can spend it being a jerk
you can lose it amongst a thousand hours of work
you can change it - rearrange it
take it into your own hands
mold it according to your own personal "master plans"
you can taste it - you can waste it
you can dangle it on the end of a rope for all to see...
"Please leave your mental baggage at the counter, sir..."
and, "I'll take your jacket... you won't need it anymore..."
...for no matter all you've got in your life...
...you won't get out of your life alive... and, "...sir, please step through the door..."