It is gray and dirty.
Giant billboards of neon lights flash above me,
They say, "We are one,"
And, "United in cause."
I am lost and people are bustling past me.
The glint of steel beckons seducingly,
From a dark side alley.
I am trying to ignore the call,
I am lifting my eyes to the twinkling stars,
That shimmer in eternal daylight.
I am standing in a crowded street,
And I am alien to its origin.
I am stringing party decorations,
In an empty room.
I am holding a red paper heart to my chest.
I am sticky-taping long chains of folded crepe,
Up a long windy banister.
There is a giant white and pink creme cake on the table,
I am tasting its bitterness.
I am turning to look at my work,
But my squinted eyes,
Are unable to open more than a crack.
I am stringing party decorations,
In an empty room,
And I am blind to its origin.
I am smiling on an open stage,
A vacant audience sits before me.
I am wondering how I got here, mid-joke.
I am blundering, they are staring.
I am retreating behind blood-red curtains,
And finding the room mysteriously empty.
The microphone in the centre,
Of the curved stage itches.
It is following me.
I am reaching up to the camera,
Melting onto its surface.
I am smiling on an open stage,
And I am regretful of its origin.
I am hiding in a darkened garage,
A long line of bright light,
Shines along the crack beneath the door.
I am holding a mop,
Cleaning a car windscreen of cobwebs.
I am rolling in the dust,
Turning the knobs on the radio with a wrench.
I am twisting the keys in the car.
I am wondering who parked it,
Remembering how I slowly walked here,
Inch by tormented inch.
I am hiding in a darkened garage,
And I am fearful of its origin.
