WP
There we are, nothing but human
Small particles floating between parallel universes
Colliding in outer space
Waiting
Waiting for gravity
Waiting for solar clipses, waiting for big bangs
Waiting for 2012, waiting for the end
So we can finally test who was right or wrong
Who was meek or strong
Racists and Facists
Atheists and Faithful
Neitschze and the Nazi
Meanwhile,
Uneven voices drawl endlessly in half time analysis
News anchors and political analysts
Gun runners and cocaine junkies
Talent searches and radio shows
Clandes, whores and ganjamen
Jailers and Jury men
Each one heard above the din
of the Two Towers crumbling down
It wont be long now,
till the flesh starts to rot. . .
* * *
Charles Bukowski
The flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind in there
and sometimes a soul,
and the women break vases against the walls
and the men drink too much
and nobody finds the one
but keep looking
crawling in and out of beds.
Flesh covers the bone
and the flesh searches for more than flesh
There's no chance at all.
We are all trapped by a singular fate
Nobody ever finds the one
The city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the grave yards fill
Nothing else fills. . .
* * *
