I cannot see it
but I feel the
bubble behind me…

I think about my roots and I see that my bloodline survived the test of time, I think about the truths and the bloodshed my family can’t decline…

For a moment time comes to a standstill,the terrified looks of women and children carved like stone in memory.
A sound so loud it ruptures ear drums and breaks windows a half a mile away.

You know I would
If I could
And I can
In this span…

The man in front of me just kissed his woman on the cheek
He leaned back too far and my legs hurt a bit…

Can we miss what we don’t have?
What we’ve come quite used to being without
Absolutely…

I looked at the label on this drink
It was called something useless…

Smashed hands
Flat feet
Cut fingers…

Rat bumble in the walls
Between the metal and the wood…

I succumb to the allusion of my volunteered confusion
Friend or lover
Guilty of loving her…

Typing keys and clicking keyboards
The grunge era sound of Scott Weilands’ voice plays on the radio…

Time, tics and tocs
clicks and clocks
sweeps and winds
on by. Never stopping…