Man of the City
Put red crosses all over my calendar
jam my luggage
til ‘tis too heavy to heave
I wanna be sure I won’t leave
Prepare hot meals
anything warm
for our factory-stomachs
let us first lounge & rest
in the shade of our jungle-lounge
hidden away from the omnipotent eyes
of our western lives.
Let us escape within our screens:
movies,
TV shows,
let us be pixel-sized,
we want our heads
to be in a maze
& not know the way in from the way out.
Drag us on Saturday afternoons
with our rebellious legs that supposed to bring us some place
and brought us somewhere else
for the scheduled shopping
Give us the conditioned liberty
to sip on a good wine
to slip on a wet smile
& that’s enough
to make our nails flat
to leave us lying on the side of the road
dazed & with the only desire
to have a long smoke on the clouds
& leave all our promises behind
O Man of the city…
I see you’ve been left dazed without even the strength
to say 'Yes!' or 'No!' anymore:
and your path is tramped on by someone else’s footprints
and all your decisions left to someone else
anyone else
because you don’t want to think no more
and you have rebellious legs
but faithful brains
robotized to nod and agree on everything until…
you see booze oozing out from the bankers’ lips
until
you see booze oozing out from the insurance cops’ armpits
until
you see booze oozing out from the clerks’ extra-hours’ smiles
until
you see booze oozing out from the pimples of sad-smirking already condemned teenagers
until
you see booze oozing out from the teachers’ drooling lips
until
the whirlpools of yesterday feel like déjà vu today.
Soon,
already,
now,
you’re slandering along the schedules of insanity advertised on every bus stop,
tagged on every wall of every city,
informing you when you can be mad
& when it's forbidden to be
& some other things too
things of more or less importance
things you don't see anymore
things that would take yyour up
oehka
u s eo g
iaoa
adli
tor andn
things that would rollercoaster your dizzy-tired worker’s mind
things that used to make you frown
& raise the fists of the cracked insane young
you used to be