Cockroach Cacophony

A buzzer sounds to wake you up
And steals a dream that you thought was real
You close your eyes again
Feel your face with your hand, again you dream
But not the same
A different name, another game
You’d like to stay, you know you can’t

You leave your bed to wet your face
First water hot, then water cold.
You see yourself as half awake
You look so young you feel so old
And as the dark turns slow to gray,
It’s neither night it’s neither day,
You’d like to stay, you know you can’t.

You look away from all the thoughts and things
you once dreamed you’d like to do.
But all that you can think about is what’s confronting you

You turn the light to find some clothes.
You put them on to go to the stove.
You place some water on the flame,
The faucet drips into the drain.
You clank a spoon inside a cup,
A cigarette you know you’re up.
You ask for what you cannot say

Life, O bleeding life
Which labors on with every breath
And takes you reeling, blindly wheeling
Ever closer to your death.
You hear the judge and jury curse
You watch them sentence you to thirst.
And as you move from womb to breast
From nothingness to nothingness.

You leave your bed to wet your face
First water hot then water cold.
You see yourself as half awake
You look so young, you feel so old.
And as the dark turns slow to gray,
It’s neither night it’s neither day
You’d like to stay, you know you can’t.



Aztec Two-Step