The Winds

The Winds

It was in the early morn of my demented days
We took walks in the park
We hung from buildings

We watched the blades of the fan spin in endless circles of computed elation and bliss and hatred and mediocrity

But the sun never rose outside my bedroom door
Or my window
Or under my bed, filled with sleepy rats

And here, the day is half passed
And we always feel like we should give a damn
But never seem to do


We walked along the corridors of greatness
Smelling smells that went in one ear and out the other
We stopped for barbecue with the clowns of Nineveh
We wanted to be nice
Never told them we were vegetarians
And starved instead

Day 22 brought us closer to freedom
Bellies rumbling from spoilt milk and the cheese of the damned
We filled up on chili-lime pistachios
And everybody saw we were nuts

Regret became a commodity
Instead, we swam in gold
Never did we ever look away, not once
Until Trish went under
We had to dive down deep, so that she might live

The winds of change dropped their G-forces, and instead looked to the sea
The winds of chance took us home again
Where we didn’t want to be
Having left in the first place
We left again
And looked to the sea, ourselves