Testo There's No Place Like A Stranger's Floor

Teeth ripped

out of gums hit

sparkling gray squares of concrete.

Screams in technicolor pain.
Doubled over spitting blood.

The freezing rain.

Never felt so good

to wake up in some town

on some floor to some sound.

Voices rattle through my veins.

You're slowly imploding,

your worlds are corroding.
Please let it work itself out.

We've got time to melt.

You haven't said a single thing.

A six month recurring dream.



Oil stains

glisten in the light.

Fluorescent yellow blue and red.

It's not worth talking

when everything goes left unsaid.

The freezing rain

slants down in icy sheets

on some street

where someone is cursing

what they've done.

And walking quickly toward the train,

cold and dejected

in a brightly lit steel frame.

Please let it work itself out.

We've got time to melt.

You haven't said a single thing.

A six month recurring dream.



Your eyes are a cloudy morning.

My lips are this sealed letter.

Ineptly yours. Sincerely sorry.

It's something you feel

in the sole out of your shoe

on a loud city bus

on some aching afternoon.