A day in my life

The car alarm goes off
piercing the blotted silence
I wake up from my chemical stupor
and check the time

The clock on the wall greets me
with indifference

the hour is bad and
the hour is a tad sad-it conveys

I walk up and grab a bottle
of ice cold water from the freezer

and walk up to the view of
the insomniac town

The city greets me with
fleeting headlights
and stranded denizens

that is so not new and
the predictability is a drag

I walk back to the soiled mattress

and shut my eyes enough
to catch the blades of the fan

in sheer, rhythmic action

Another day of my life

I walk around the corners

and see pepped-up faces

flushed
bright
looking ahead

I go from corner to corner

filling my cavities
with bitter acid

and look around at my city

The city drains me

and offers more each time
to be drained later

The sadist positioning
the masochist

A hypothetical question,
my mind tells me

I glance upon the multitudes

stopping
stretching
smiling

The millions pain me

In limbo
in transition
in vogue
in void
insane
insipid

The city breeds and burns
and the zombies sleepwalk

I rush back to the elevator
the watchman dozes, oblivious
my apartment stinks of yesterday
while my door bids adieu
as I shut it, trapped inside
behind the blinds
and wrapped newspapers

The street flashes and fudges

Another day without

purpose
truth
communication

with my graduate degree
in communication
Its easier to talk
to the computer

Hours later I wake up and
a stranger is in
he stares at me
from the broken mirror

The second year of bad luck

I jump streets and come across a thong

assembled
smoking
patting
smiling

I glance upon all the unfamiliar faces
looking for truth-
in the men and women

A fleet of old cars block the pavement
stripes of black and yellow
with scars-crisscrossed
An expected drizzle kick starts the party
The black umbrellas mushroom
all around me

figurative Hiroshimas in unison

I gaze and lip read behind
the ‘scratchproof’ glass
as the hordes drag themselves
chained
pained

and they acknowledge my presence
and smile
the kind which comes
when you stand in attention

in front of a gun squad
in joker's outfits with

real guns
real bullets
real death

The pouring stops as
the sky goes blank-[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]metaphor

Purple haze diffuses in the air
losing its essence
as heads roll
in the corners of the park
false pretence of higher planes
and newer dimensions

They dream of simulated death
but f a r   from the goal

They slide the casket into the minivan
and collective ignition follows suit
with honks
leaving past

lies
surgery
long life

I walk
back to my den
feeling like a mouse
secret prayer on my lip-
for anthrax and sarin gas
I want to smile-
even the comics make me gloomy
showing the inconvenient half-truths
in polychrome

I want
mood-equalizers
electric chair

I want
a song
akin to the one
my body sings

just can't wait for
another day

straight away...[/font]