By Lucas Herrera
The clock is stopped
Now the scene is laid ruin
I stumble to find my machine, then wander home
I notice the faces of the people on the street
And they appear so happy
But its not long till the vibrant colors fade
And the expressions on the faces are nothing but grey
But i wander alone
Irritated
I work till my nubs are raw
And I’m still segregated
From the peace of mind
Only a sane man can find
His life is beautiful his home is sound
On the other side of town
I can’t stop recalling these blood soaked memories of 17
Locked in to a concrete hole with a stitch, to sooth my itch
From busting at the seams
from evaporating into steam
while i drench myself in soapy water
trying to get these fucking plates
clean
While stress dreams and insecurities wreck my self esteem
I have a home
But, it is on on the other side of town
And when i would good off late at night
Id sit in the moonlight
And remark on the grand sight
And wished it were this lovely on the other side of town.
Those long nights id peer out to see the guests
Enjoying themselves and indulging in only the best
I wish i could be out there with them
Instead of this
day to day
constantly afraid
waiting
for it to finally hit
for someone shouting from the window of
a 90s hooptie
with the windows tinted by panic
and the birds singing
there will be an explosion
afterwords i will lie there dead
Like some white man once said
“When the south side sneezes,
The north get a cold”
What does he hope to achieve with a sentence so bold
Almost as to be told
To know how normal
How normal it is
Instead of doing something about it
The snow is fierce
Here
It smacks my window
And makes me shiver
Occumpanied by this red light
That tends to flicker
Its the only thing keeping the dark night at bay
Its the only thing keeping me awake enough, to even have
words to say
Breath in fresh air
Please i want to stay
Still you try to teach me to believe
Its not on-purpose
your obvious scheme
like we did this to ourselves
its hard to survive on 7.25
working at some far out
Brooklyn park
Wal-Mart
And he always did it somehow
BUT WE ARE TO BLAME?
When you put the substances into our reach
You’re the origin of every disease
I will hold it in today
And i probably wont do anything about it
Ill get high all day while civilizations crumble
And not care for the factory bound children, all by
themselves
Just like everyone else
