| 2:42am Gastown Wake-up Call (or My Life For Now) I just heard a man go insane Really It wasn't like on TV It wasn't like in the movies It wasn't like anything It was frightening It was the sound of an animal It was the sound an animal makes It was the sound of a terrified animal It was a man Regressed to the point of prime It was a man Broken It was Painful It woke me at 2:42am Sometimes the cry of a seagull will wake me They're big and loud around here And mistakably human at times I won't be mistaken again, though Now that I really know the difference His friend kept screaming 'You're ok! You're ok! Please, God, please you're ok!' What else do you say? What do you say to a person who has forgotten language? Who has forgotten not to scream? Who is thrashing around the room Destroying it with fear? Things were breaking He was screaming And then the shouts came from the unimpressed 'Shut up!' 'Shut the fuck up!' Oh, RIGHT, as if they hadn't thought of that! Thanks for the help! Where are the unimpressed going in the morning anyway, work? I doubt it. Big plans I'm sure� This is where I live I hear them sparking up their crack pipes now A little stress management, I guess Is the connection lost on them? The irony? Oh yes! The IRONY� Here I am Seated infront of my drug Tapping away Pouring out my fix Not surprised to find that I'm feeling relatively the same But this is supposed to make me feel better, no? This helps! It really, really does! And still they spark away Snap goes the lighter Followed by that hollow sucking sound The sound of vacancy The sound of filthy air flowing through nothing And then that hideous pause as it hits home It turns my stomach sometimes That pause It's a chorus out here Crickets Crack pipe crickets in the background of my life No, not 'my life' My life for now This is where it all ends (And begins again For me at least) I wonder how I'll feel in the morning� |
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