holy room

December 20, 2008

today, i’m staying in to celebrate the hiding place

and dreaming about the potentially screaming riot poof

all those binary voices in my head, i’m thinking about the melting poles

in this city, blocks away from the masses and their threat,

their furry fashion, doggie coats and digestive disorders

 

in a holy room with a window

staring at the snowflakes 

and the orange streetlight’s shimmer

i am under currents and cars

 

today, the wallpaper covered by  ancient maps, is crumbling

i’m beneath the waves and leafs figuring out my cabin plans

i was lacking water when i bent down to the floor, but honestly

am i giving up the dependance for a life of sophistication?

it all falls into place, but i have to constantly ask myself in a slow pace

 

in a holy room with a window

voicing the vice of desk sitters

that don’t really need anyone else

i am under currents and cars

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