Friday, June 27, 2014

The Man Who Wasn't There

Who is it?

Like a day at the beach or an office party
You won't see him come in & sap you of all your energy
Probably born into the House of Medici in a previous life
Out of place, out of his element and out of line in the current one

The Others

A state of fugue is his ball & chain
Why am I here, Where am I going, How do I...
As a man, they say you should know about real estate
He barely manages to find his way home
You understand what it's like to be one of those bastards who trains a majestic grizzly bear for Hollywood

The Wish

Sometimes when he comes close to killing himself or those close to him or after another year has passed
Casually he express a desire to clear the fog
You don't believe it for a moment, but nod along anyway
And sure enough, the movies are eventually paused, the exits forgotten, the tests failed

The Goodbye

I suspect he doesn't need to be told and that he already knows
The present is for losers anyway - the worriers, the plebeians, office goers and such
The Man should have been perched somewhere high in the Rockies or swimming with the salamanders deep in a cave in the Ozarks
Can someone please show him the way?










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