As A New Day Rises, The Old Clouds Emerge
Written by George Gad Economou
once more it rains it pours some things never change
new faces old conversations conducted anew no change in the world
it keeps orbiting the sun it rains it gets murk permanent midnight
insanity of junk we breathe in we breathe out one final exhalation it’s over
same old shit back to the starting line another race doomed to be lost
battles won wars lost
glass madness
tears during cold winter nights smiles on hot summer mornings
the movie plays the body restless twisting left and right begging for attention
Tom Wolfe is on the screen I don’t care anymore the struggle is so familiar
despite lacking the genius
empty bottles on the floor traces of blow amidst the dust the rain falls heavy nowhere to go
only in the street corner for some junk the needle warm I need to escape
faint moans from the stained blue couch the ghosts dissipate finally
new owners new ghosts new deaf walls to wreathe a dying soul
shallow graves pissed on by black turtles emerging from the depths of Dantian Hell
are you still out there?—do you remember when you found me half-dead with a needle stuck
in my arm?
survival of the fittest trying to fit instinct to page and the process is long
inside a classroom no junk no blow no ice only the professor’s robotic voice
faces all around uninteresting uninspiring hoping they’ll one day write the next masterpiece
there’s no drink in sight only the Friday beers
without a cause without a reason no meaning in existences meant to last for too fucking long
empty needles in playgrounds children play mothers talk oblivion paints the sky
dark clouds hover over our heads harbingers of a change that shall never come
tomorrows doomed to die deriving from yesterdays that never were
we are we were we will be it’s never the same yet nothing changes
everyday battles are fought and lost bodies lay on battlefields no one to inter them
eternity
do you still remember how to breathe?
are you still out there to remind me how to live?
is there a way out a final emergency exit?
breathe in,
breathe out,
I’m finally out.
Text © George Gad Economou
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