Unravel

Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I

have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't

reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and

a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through

our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much

lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of

squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting

darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her

shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom.

The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like

he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't

respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little

girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no

device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the

loose ends.