Wednesday, March 11, 2009

many miles away

yesterday was a real zinger of a day -- whew. it seemed like everyone i talked to was on edge, or their last nerve. for the upper midwest, that is not uncommon, but even those i spoke with on the phone seemed about ready to jump out of their skin. must have been the economy...

well this one speaks volumes about daily stresses and how they can get you down -- whether it is the significant (or insignificant) other that drives you over the edge day after day, or the job that makes your eyes cross -- just remember to leave those stresses behind, because that is no way to live... and you never know may crawl up from the slime, leave the surface, and cast a shadow on your door, next.
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synchronicity ii -- the police

another suburban family morning
grandmother screaming at the wall
we have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
we can't hear anything at all
mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
but we know all her suicides are fake
daddy only stares into the distance
there's only so much more that he can take
many miles away
something crawls from the slime
at the bottom of a dark
scottish lake

another industrial ugly morning
the factory belches filth into the sky
he walks unhindered through the picket lines today
he doesn't think to wonder why
the secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street
but all he ever thinks to do is watch
and every single meeting with his so called superior
is a humiliating kick in the crotch
many miles away
something crawls to the surface
of a dark scottish loch

another working day has ended
only the rush hour hell to face
packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
contestants in a suicidal race
daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
he knows that something somewhere has to break
he sees the family home now looming in his headlights
the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
many miles away
there's a shadow on the door
of a cottage on the shore
of a dark Scottish lake

many miles away...
many miles away...
many miles away...
many miles away...
many miles away...

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