Nathan Walton

Drifting

life is falling
in the form
of burning puzze pieces from the sky
dreams and memories
 are spread out across
 this lonely burnt orange desert highway
I've Got to get out of this crazy sunshine
the flames are burning in my chest
 they always do
The time is starting to show your lines
 in another dingy motel
             in  the middle of hell
devil screams are pushing
down my pistons
driving me into the blaring sun
             drifting drifting drifting
            till were runing on fumes of pain
          and the sun is never done
so it's over.
                mountains turn to
design lines
into the sky
walking down these city
side walk squares
as the lines slowly
pass my eyes
I hope to find
my mind
across a street
spining
carnival sprockets
spiraling animated eyes
round
a grinding metal skeleton
of amusement
while crooked conning strangers
do their dance under blinking lights
attracting people
like bugs
from a dark city street of reality
the sun sunk slow over the horizon
something about it was kind of hypnotizing
it's dark now
the city buildings
have there lights on now
they click on and off
and I'm aware of everybody else
on this big spining
ball of confusion
on this pearl the world
set in the ring of time and space
and we all keep
drifting drifting drifting
on

THE NEAREST STAR

I burn like trains in flames
crashing through in blue
IM under ought so i got to stay
true to what i know because its all i got
so like a pop tart
its got to be hot
so get off your cot and put a fire under the
pot and let the beat drop
walking down these city sidewalk lines
as the squares slowly pass my eyes
i hope to find my mind
through the haze of a world we manifest
this is not my planet
i am just a guest so as a guest
i must respect the evolution
and not inject the poison venom from a snake
IM to quick i escape
the rake
and with me i take cover in the grass
of experience
that is not taught to you this time around IM a
monkey with out fur push
the button and death will accrue
from the sky i multiply
the germ called life
under the sun i am one two one two just
like you because
will all lay down and die so Intel that
time ill take a ride on this rocket ship
called rhyme
so what can you say to that
bass strings are the ones that are fat
so there's got to be more than who we are
two trillion miles to the nearest star

ENDLESS

I can still
taste your breath
like a twisted butterfly
in a warm
spring breeze
down my throat
taking your spit with mine
with a little twist of lust.
endless airport terminals
stained with
motion.
I fly on leather wings.
I cant help being forced
into my seat.
the only thing
that comes forth
are tears of gasoline.
this is freedom.
this is a pair of scissors
and a sink full of hair.
a warm television
and a violent movie.
a bucket of blood
and a tranquilizer.
this is death
with out dying.
this is us
with out touch.
I can still
taste your breath.

YOUR MINE

we
were so free
on the beach
that day.
we played
in the sun.
the way you
smiled at me when
the kite went up.
it felt so warm
you smiling at me.
those little foot prints
led to my little girl
and your mine.
the little boy
 that has no father
just like me,
and your mine
just like me
I
did not
want to leave
we were so free
on the beach that day

Copyright Nathan Walton 2001. All rights reserved.