Unconscious Spray
12/18 2023
Along a long and dark road I slowly walk
In sync to the syncopated rhythm in my ears,
It pounds and shouts but it's slower now.
As I gaze up to the streetlight above,
To the vastness of black and night and ocean
I think of that ol' boy and girl affair
Even though I spied burgeoning gray
Emerging from the tops of the highest hill.
In one month's time it is raining quite heavily
And he tries to capture the old man on the bench
As he rises slowly and pets his dog and walks away,
She's leaving and he's known as much for too long
But he can't reach her, or she can't reach him.
He's a leaf in the vicious wind that carries him along.
On highway of blue flowers
I see the glass dome in the distance
But I've no hope to paint it up close.
Lights over artificial hills
Sell me the electric dream of eternity.
What man has the strength to resist
The allure of the plastic periphery
Which hugs you when you feel misunderstood?
On my screen I see the monkey shiver
I see what ocean it is which is given:
What fine unconscious spray.
I ask the girl next door
If she's ever wondered if she'd ever was alive
And she touches her reflection and laughs
I can't shake it so I go to the movies
And I see her up there as she dresses a wound
And not far in the distance I see the sorry goodbye
He's curious but he's certainly not brave
I tried telling him as much but they kick me out
I pace by the highway to the sounds of drunken jeers
I'm restless but the place I want to go I cannot go
I gaze up to the streetlight above
You know I don't even see the headlights no more
I wish that up there on the silver screen
It would tell me what dreams to focus on
But the radio in the car that picks me up
Tells me of a major pile up ahead,
You know that fork in the road,
Not far from the ocean
Which stretches to time and beyond.