Tuesday 16 April 2013

urban wander #2

so I wandered past, I floated by
a string of music shops, 
a hundred shiny guitars 
they told me to keep to the stars
they told me to avoid empty reservoirs
they told me to paint over my scars
with bubblegum, hubba-bubba
or to take a rubber
and rub them out
(denmark street)
trippy beats
-yet, I can't see so much; 
yet, it's quite blurry-
(metaphysically)
-virtually-/-spiritually-
I don't know why 
I keep trying to explain
the way things are
because the way things are 
are so far -so far- so far 
from your reality
gradually, I'll stop trying...
but I wandered
yes i wondered