Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
9-27-04 Are the darkest ones tomorrow the brightest of today? Do we shop for action or for traffic, or to cause loss of right of way? We sleep with one eye open to catch the pain as it begins. We move mountains and buildings to move mountains and buildings again. I got a face that stops the subway. I got an ass (inside) that don't quit. I launch a thousand ships in every direction just to ensure I get at least one hit. Are the darkest ones tomorrow the brightest of today? Is it wine before its time or just vinegar that we use to piss the day away? Talking? Or chirping? What is that you say? I can see you comin' for miles but my ears deafen you out of the way. Is it a good life being blinded, or a blind life being good that earns any distinction? Like either of them should. An ass- an ass I say- an ass that will not quit. Heading into another station, still this big bus shall cease to quit. Are the darkest ones tomorrow the brightest of today? If buffaloes had wings, don't you think they'd fly away? This one's for Syracuse, and this one's for Ra-cha-cha. This one here's for Albany, where we up & lost 'em all. I got one for the city of Buffalo and one for O-N-T. But the biggest one I got on my hand is for NYC. They'll love ya & drug ya and lead you straight on. Then the moment you pipe up when they forget ya, man, it's the start of the biggest shame-chase around. Are we the darkest of tomorrow if we're the brightest of today? Don't let that defeated city beat you baby- it's time to push it out of the way. |