Post by >>The Neon One on Sept 9, 2003 23:29:46 GMT -5
Pheonix (oo... cryptic title)
Siren called me yesterday
Down by the hamburger joint
Down by the grease fields
And filthy lies
But Her eyes were transparent
You could see her soul
You could see that she was nothing
But the rainbow that shines
In the over-bubbling oil
Cooked french fries
Burnt to a crisp
By the dumpster
Overflowing with yesterday's lunch
And trees long dead, no longer bored
Print faded, food stained
Ketchup and mustard
And broken glass bottles
Gray in the dim alley light
Don't go there without your shoes-ies, hun
Ash from the cigarette
That burger flipper #5 used
On his ten AM break
Spent his last wages to get that pack
And now the final light has burnt out and gone
Stray cat with matted fur
Part of an ear cut
From some fight over some scrap
That's no longer important as far as he can tell
Homeless drunkard with missing teeth
Searching through the garbage
For the teeth or for something else to fill the holes
Which one I can't be sure
Blackbird swooped low and hungry
And tried to pick off some stale meat
And fought with the cat
Who knows what happened then
Crushed cans littered like acne of the street
Some tattered black cloth torn and tread upon
Garbage man #3 can't clean it all up
Too much work
Too much time
Got kids to get home to
And pretend he made a million to
Like a regular Willy Lowman Joe Schmoe John Smith
Rusty nails and ripped up timber
A side dish to the scene
Of empty crumpled lives
And whithered souls
A thousand broken eyes
And yesterday's trash
mixed with the day before's
All in a heap of monochromatic symtomatic glum
BUT
There was a hummingbird
Emerald-feathered, ruby-throated, blurred wings
Who drank the sticky nector
Of three-day-old 7-up mixed with Dr. Pepper
And I looked at her
But she didn't seem to care that she
Was so out of place there
Just like I was out of place there
Among the dead
Among the lost
Among the unwanted
And the broken
And the pained
And the grayscale forgotten
And I know why Siren called me there
Siren called me yesterday
Down by the hamburger joint
Down by the grease fields
And filthy lies
But Her eyes were transparent
You could see her soul
You could see that she was nothing
But the rainbow that shines
In the over-bubbling oil
Cooked french fries
Burnt to a crisp
By the dumpster
Overflowing with yesterday's lunch
And trees long dead, no longer bored
Print faded, food stained
Ketchup and mustard
And broken glass bottles
Gray in the dim alley light
Don't go there without your shoes-ies, hun
Ash from the cigarette
That burger flipper #5 used
On his ten AM break
Spent his last wages to get that pack
And now the final light has burnt out and gone
Stray cat with matted fur
Part of an ear cut
From some fight over some scrap
That's no longer important as far as he can tell
Homeless drunkard with missing teeth
Searching through the garbage
For the teeth or for something else to fill the holes
Which one I can't be sure
Blackbird swooped low and hungry
And tried to pick off some stale meat
And fought with the cat
Who knows what happened then
Crushed cans littered like acne of the street
Some tattered black cloth torn and tread upon
Garbage man #3 can't clean it all up
Too much work
Too much time
Got kids to get home to
And pretend he made a million to
Like a regular Willy Lowman Joe Schmoe John Smith
Rusty nails and ripped up timber
A side dish to the scene
Of empty crumpled lives
And whithered souls
A thousand broken eyes
And yesterday's trash
mixed with the day before's
All in a heap of monochromatic symtomatic glum
BUT
There was a hummingbird
Emerald-feathered, ruby-throated, blurred wings
Who drank the sticky nector
Of three-day-old 7-up mixed with Dr. Pepper
And I looked at her
But she didn't seem to care that she
Was so out of place there
Just like I was out of place there
Among the dead
Among the lost
Among the unwanted
And the broken
And the pained
And the grayscale forgotten
And I know why Siren called me there