and I wake up in the city
all them cold dim lights shining down on me
the walls are concrete, I can't kick through them
the windows dirt filled, I can't see through them
I walk with eyes closed through the hallway, stumble down the stairs to the basement
the sound of people, the sound of machines
I must escape them, get my poor soul clean
down in the basement I find a corner
it is cobwebbed, cracked and hollow
I take my hat off, I let my hair down
then I back up to the opposite wall
I start running, my head strikes corner
and the whole building, man, it starts to crumble
twenty stories of city dwellings are now cracked rubble upon the sidewalk
all that graffiti, all of them children
forever safe now from becoming orphans
and me I'm safe too, I'm in a tunnel hidden down here beneath the city
now look there on the floor, an old white pony with a map tied to its ankle
the map has only one black arrow that says "nowhere" in its center
ill at ease, ill at ease
ain't it grand?
the tunnel leads to a forest
so, so grand
thousand year old trees
yet this magnificence leaves me feeling impotent and insignificant
everything fits but me
crow, deer carcass, loose branches, still water, and me? human!
so ugly with combed hair and tight fitting clothes
whisper whisper to the dead carp lying bloated on the red shore
face all caved in from my wood bat
fins all thorn off by my fingernails
it is lunch time, fuckin' fish meat
gathered berries stain my fingers
so this is real life, not just dressed up
unprotected by my neighbors
and when the night falls I see real stars, not just stickers on my ceiling
lord it is grotesque
lord it's absurd
to keep speaking these cold, cold city words
I need a new language full of trouble, full of danger and uncertainly
grunts and growls, moans and howls, something awful to offend thee
but even out here I feel walled in
I feel cut off from my birth skin
this ain't primal, no this is fake too
the geese fly above in a two-sided triangle
I lift my slingshot, filled up with sharp rocks
I'm just like David, they are Goliath
and one by one boy, the birds they fall dead
I laugh silently and I stomp on their heads
ill at ease, ill at ease
ain't it grand?
the tunnel leads to a forest
so, so grand
thousand year old trees
yet this magnificence leaves me feeling impotent and insignificant
everything fits but me
crow, deer carcass, loose branches, still water, and me? human!
so ugly with combed hair and tight fitting clothes
and I wake up in the country
pestilent sun shining down on me
I reap my bounty, one thousand acres
yes I do own this, I justly claim it
fuck the generations who came before me
I never needed them nor nobody
I'm like an Indian, so silent and wise
though I know nothing and I hate silence
ill at ease, ill at ease


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