Selections on Choice and Lonely by Domenico Ferri
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 26th, 2006 at 03:18 AM
Not sick or hunted
Not sound of mind
the start of something
with much left behind
and no curse in being alone.
wait until you’re old enough
to see how his plight is your own
run you crazy men
you wild bulls run
in your denim and muscle
can you break free?
there’s more to life than work
there has to be life beyond vocation
I would like some variety
muscians, druggies, drop-outs
lost on their way to the paying field
to drop some furious fists
I imagine you dying
a thick fog surrounds your head
as you stroke the willing ivory
I can’t see your veins
I can see your taste
It’s another man’s blows
that give you the reasons
laid out on the pavement
with your suit and a megaphone
this is not paradise
abandon the masterpiece
you’re still young enough
for losing streaks
and hard-luck weeks
Made a mistake and left you with it
I speak deliberately to the corners of your mouth
leave me to sing of choice and lonely
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