Found on the Street on a Piece of Paper

1:
when will we
learn to die
to feed those
faceless soliders
in all the hands
in all the states
tied by one flag
theyre numb and motionless
a slow gone
death during a living afternoon
are we
alone in this disease
unable to transcend a language

2:
we all wake up
with black hands
from the night air,
a rinse in the
sink and a look
in the mirror
reflects those
memories of
walking through
daylit locked streets.
flourescent light lands like
burdens on our morning skin
reminding us of the
routine to come.
the water beads and rolls
like hesitant time,
from minutes to minutes
we're afraid of our own fingerprints and
lifelines we cant discern
gestures from movements
they're ours for the time being
unable to decide wather to hold on or release these
ideas from our fingertips
down through the
veins from our body
through the blood
of our past.

3: Paper Tiger

down,down
through cement jungles
crawls the paper tiger
full of moon lit dreams
it understands the end of night
undressed in paper mills
and oil trees
reach back and embrace
4 cuts fury
the dust of time and its back
like the sneeze of terror

4: in response to the "attack on america" on 9/11/01

tonight i mistook
planes for stars
tonight i bled
a shallow death
alone in ruins
with others by my side
hurt the brown skin said
the red the white and the blue
tonight we lost
our breath in
the mile high graves
we gathered round
and saw falling faces
through the campfire
tonight there was
mixed emotions
a thousand miles away
gunshots
in the air and
tears in their eyes
tonight tonight
was given a name
a place and a date
tonight
its brith was at
the end of others

5:

she shakes down absinthe street
the spinkling rain puts words in her mouth
like the ones on fogged windshields
she shakes down absinthe street
walking slow staring down at her feet
shrugging off anyone that she meets
holding herself in place
the rains hits her face
putting words in her mouth again