when you're high and sleep deprived
or the sweats pouring out of you
the rocks crumblin in the fire and the smoke
going up your lungs
mother mitochondria feasting on fish flesh
each foot hitting the sidewalk square in perfect unison
tramptramptramp
like people in boxes
rattling over trees
laid out against yr backbone
a fire lays itself out against the sky
every time the earth turns
you find a map on the ground and follow it
to a cave that smells familiar each time it tides
the moon howls into your throat and the trains
sing the blues, you go out and shoot
yrself something to eat,
someone is sitting in a shed somewhere making bullets,
the old man sold his soul to the devil
for better fingers,
lost hats hung kittens from lampposts
the brown blocks peel off and you can see the spray paint peeling under
the sidewalk where the swamp was, the glow paint marks
the end of the electric where they stole the lightnin bolts outta the sky
it's all greek unless it's from somewhere else, some other planet,
there is at least one human on earth who doesnt know about us yet
and in dreams we are always chasing each other through doors
in and out of our minds and bodies.
