Volume 2, Number 1 -- January, 1997 |
HERI sit alonebubble-gum on the radio Barefoot girls dance in high school gyms while the guys are cool on the walls I feel as though I should rebel but all the causes are sellouts I speak at walls with faces and get only nods and shrugs in return How did it happen When did it all change Where along the way did I become old enough to be my father I've been here but two decades yet I feel nearly dead The secrets all at my fingers though I still can't buy a beer So I write and dream Yes I still dream it's an incurable condition Always thinking of a better land even if there's no evidence of it There have been signs Someone who will talk and listen A song you can hum and sing with I've not surrendered yet I'll rage on against paper foes and ghosts of what I thought was real Maybe I'll even find cause to believe in dreams again perhaps then they won't run away each morning I don't know what's ahead and that's how it should be no expectations no disappointments very simple There are even times when I see myself Cool on the wall watching them all dance Waiting for a slow one and a barefoot girl who knows the words [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] |