When the night is at its blackest and
the moon sneaks behind the clouds,
and the owls began to call, you know
there is no place to hide.
When your brain begins to ponder, certain
things that you have done, and your heart
begins to flutter; while your skin starts growing
bumps, you know that he is near.
Hiding under sheets and blankets, and leaving
all the lights on, and locking all the doors and
windows, will not conceal your fears; for
he knows what you have done.
You try to call someone, but your mobil phone just
won’t turn on, and the gun you hid under your
pillow somehow isn’t there. A cool and pleasant
breeze enters, through a broken window pane.
Will he use a gun or knife you wonder, or will he
put his strong hands round my neck? Perhaps he’ll
use a wooden bat. How did he ever find me after over
twenty years?
Guess I’ll just pretend to be asleep, and hope he doesn’t
make me suffer, like what I did to her.
A sweeping truck came down my street today;
its brooms and brushes whirling on the ground.
Wetting the pavement and making thin mud.
Gathering stones, dirt, lost buttons and leaves.
Up and down the street blocks and along the roads.
Gathering sand from the winter and from people who litter.
And every mile or two it will empty its bin,
then whirl back to life and continue again.
A squat little truck with a person inside.
Driving real slow and pirouetting around cars.
I saw it stop at a hydrant while the man got out,
to lock on a hose so that the sprayer filled up.
Who created these things that comes 'round once a year?
Broom Bear and Elgin. Mobil and Johnson.
Their genius at making parts all work together
so the street can look nicer and neighbors feel better.
Why cant i get to my inbox on mobil? The fuxk
Mobil viscous wrapping of life’s delight
nurture denizens now of blight.
Rebirth or grave from capped height
and from the prism site
Days of opal light
Nights of coal fright
oversight
right?
People and children work in the Internet,
Dream to have it like other use their head -
Free from mass media anyway!
And I must say -
It's our happy nowday,
Children, have always if you need
News in your pocket and read
Now electron-mail from London Beat,
Great! Like a pager socket -
Mobil phone by tele-Nokia Rocket,
Is made radio scan for fan -
Professional system for fun
And very hilarious walk,
And now with stars on-line talk!
Want - speak with Madonna!
Want - with Birkin, sorry, Aliona?
Lisa, Shania or Mona?
Free is... Michael, John, Chris,
Iraqliy and Boy George, Beatrice!
Or Michael George -
You can now search!
Paul, Robert and Kurt,
Peter and Deter are good!
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