by .adfs

Created on: April 28, 2008

'Ermit

Bejewelled and bedazzled, jealous eyes clawing at some unseen vernacular,
Like some outta work suit staggerin' through crowds of razor-shaven faces.
On some search for identity, given up on communication,
all these avuncular figures ain't standin for negotiation.

Eyes wide n' cynical, starin' through crack littered reality,
Like some dingy addict catchin' an awakenin' glimpse,

A transient hallucination ever so worthy of attention.

Totally disenchanted, slashin' posters of previous childhood figures.
Gazin' at some almost comical window drama, watchin' 9 to 5'ers
Frantically waving their dissected supermarket receipts at the cashier in desperation
Some paradox of Woolworths late night shopping, I s'pose.

Slipped into some smoke-ridden club,
Drums bashin', cymbals flashin',
The saxophone wailing in some endless pursuit,
A haunted soul dragged down like melted candle wax hittin' terminal velocity.

Takin' a ticket to obscurity, draggin' up in some rusty, overworked shell
Cigar stains deep in my pocket, no point in style,
no sense of any kinda direction whilst wanderin' away,
I'm livin' for kicks, liberated from the fray
I'm feelin' the blue, hearing the colour
A transluscent vortex, soulful and robust.
Worn heels with frightened eyes, kickin' up the dust.

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