There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.
Spring of summers was finally here
Chicago was covered in moist haze
He asked around for a match
Thought the parking lot needed the air
Ah, all he had to do was look
The fountains sprung up, crystal and colored
The vision of marigolds and sunflowers
The glistening blue steel and melting rearview
There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.
It was ready to be paved now, off with all its glory.
The white and yellow paint and the median divide
One with a brush and one with the pipes
Drawn in the lanes of white
Having a good time or belching for a time.
Life lived in; life crawled out
South side, Burbs or the snooty Deerfield
Lexus, BMW or the Camry bravura
Among the aftermath, chugs, shouts, pimples and purpura.
There was a smile in every corner
There was a frown in every lane
There was a disdain of general crowd
There was a raw fury of piranha
And they all refrained from making a sound.
There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.
…Hence in continuity a lot to be contributed.
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4 comments:
Hmm...a change from your usuak style , isn't it ? Gimme the escapism anyday to the bleary reality.....
Take me on a trip upon you magic laden ship...
my senses have been stripped ...wait only for my blue heels to be wandering
Hey Mr tambourine man...play a song for me....on a jingle jangle morning i come following you.
But the point is you never do!!!!
...beaded reality is what you live in or most of us do and bleary is what we make of it and blithe is what it actually is...
PS: wander away all you want, the clickety click and joly jollying is all you get and remember you shall none!
sigh....but still I hope...and that hope remains unfulfilled...cruel..cruel hope.
I like this. A lot.
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