Monday, December 17, 2007

Sin City

Lets assume I am riding with Travis Bickle in his Taxi and we run into Dylan with his placards for 'Subterranean homesick blues'… and I decide to take notes…what follows is one of my more bizarre attempts..don't expect any finesse in it :p

Sin City

Killer dogs roam the streets at night
and darkness seeks silver moonlight
rotten leaves traipse in the wind
the night sky wears an emerald tint
the righteous few have been laid to rest
the living dead start to infest
the winds of change have aborted
our collective vision is distorted
the weatherman's been slain at his game
we fantasize our rise to fame
the street walker flaunts her wares
the night stalker seeks to scare
the wedding bride burns her gown
the groom's chosen to flee town
the sunset warrior bleeds into the night
he's lost his battles and his rights
the manic preacher's left his soapbox
the last ship has left the docks
the lonesome gunner takes aim
at the estranged wife who stakes her claim
the minions of dusk seek to slay
as the keepers of faith kneel to pray
the gloom chugs into dawn
ignoring prophecies that have warned
the concrete jungle goes up in smoke
the firemen are busy playing poker
the morbid midwife conspires to abort
the newborn's life is cut short
the gambler fights against all odds
while the bookmaker smiles and nods
the copper cocks his semi-automatic
but his CB picks up only static
the crazed strangler's on the loose
armed with his dangling noose
the hooded avenger fires his gun
sanity spirals into oblivion
the legionnaires of the sea raid the shore
as the lost ark comes in for more
the piper blows his clarion call
the hordes run in panic and fall
the vulgar games draw to a close
its time to clean up the shores
vultures circle the city square
stuck in the middle of nowhere
city of night, city of pain
to wash your sins the heavens shall rain

Friday, December 7, 2007

Mariner,reborn

As the hungry horizon swallows the waning sun
shadows of fear curl around the walls of his mind
peeling the paint, with its acid caress
causing soft agony that seeks surreal sedation
as he drifts, into unconsciousness
and quiet dreams sail an iron sea
aided by a moral compass
promising direction,its needle pointing
toward a distant undertow that beckons below
to blinding depths where rusted portholes
of ancient flagships lie in sacred solitude
harboring chronicles of past vanguards
and their voyages that inspire rebirth
to transcend waves of doubt and crystallize hopes
that promise him eternal liberation,he,
the shackled mariner,the jettisoned survivor