"City of No Legend" This place is a hub of misconception & gas emissions A crossroads of people―here they exchange their plans & possessions, Their stories & worries & songs & rantings, their poems & paintings & monetary savings Their complements & sincerities, settlements & blistered feet aplenty There seems to be a pervading backdrop to this reality Something deep, something at its core that needs to be revealed I will stop at no end, once the mannequin is fed, in the news it will be read That I revealed the sacred truth beneath the city of no legend I subject myself to the city Let it teach me all sorts of pain Fire in numbers, night time serenades Walking slow as if it were blissful Taking turns wishing on the flame Warming goose bumps From a dim lit cascade Feeling moist by your reward And cautious like the hand Holding the grenade The city of no legend Presents to me, a maze It says that upon exiting I become a man Lost in the land of honest men The city of no legend Throws me in a daze Makes me a character In one of its petty little games I’m just a child Trying to construct a masterpiece w/ a crayon The city towers over me The city rumbles and I quake But I find some shoes & we steal some booze Blistered & bruised On the road I walk, now relieved By the sole of these leather boots Your excuses cannot cover up this mistake Use your best judgment. Eat the snake. Inside your own belly there’s no running from the pain The interstellar wind blows you away, grain by grain Begging to live another day, Comfortably situated in the arms of the insane We cling to the pant leg of Death Pleading him desperately not to walk away Lacking the courage to pop the champagne Clean & shiny white board Obvious is the marker’s stain The ink is blotted on your brain These leather boots Allow me to function in this game This is the hive mind; These are the cars & the bars & street smart shoppers & wanderers saddled w/ leather The lamp posts & the enchantment, Adolescents & exhaust, All that’s found once was lost Carried in the footprints Of leather boots Buses, they inch Anxiously Awaiting their Chance to gurgle Gas faintly smelling Of stale soda Many a’ homeless They mistake me for being in The same condition They wonder why I write I tell them it’s a disease They ask me why I’m out I’m chasing a girl whose’ a ghost to me Some applaud Some snicker helplessly Ivy dominates this City; this is the weirdest Kind of dilapidated revelry Is it a stain? That the buses leave behind Carrying many people straddled by pain Many people unsure of the meaning of their name Many people looking for something to define their day Many people searching for a way out Of this maze The city of no legend says, “See you at the theater where mondegreens are born & symphonies are played & every man and every woman Is amazed by suspension, by the absoluteness of retention, & by the seriousness of their conviction!” Zack lee
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 21:29:20 +0000
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