Rumble of tracks with no train.
Dark of night with empty unlit windows, standing sentinel in the gloom of apathy,
nuanced fabled lucid mantras seep into my head and lull me
to incapacity with a swig of port.
Everything new starts from the source, monkeys with twigs my children, monkeys with twigs,
digging for termites in the steamy african jungles.
yesterday over again,
No more beauty in the rose bushes, no more pruning,
the garden is overgrown and forgotten, no more dirty hands or silent mouths.
Let the mosaic take you for a flourescent ride through to the heart of nowhere where we'll just numb out and never come back.