Friday, 14 February 2014

where i be

geographically lost
mentally absent
i've travelled the length 
                  of this city
yet i still haven't
found it
yeah 48 hours
west, souf
norf and east
i been all around
my forehead creased
in confusion
the puddles
they weren't an illusion
nah they were real
they soaked right through
so I stopped, socks drenched
I began following blue arrows
the sparrow
i don't know
what happened to him,
but i know rhino the chicken
and then there was that
industrial waste
land with african cosmetics
and a shop called stuff it
where there were stuffed animals
                            and shit
yeaaaah im bare confused
battered by the wind
spiritually starving
---------one day you'll bring
someone comfort.