it's bound to happen
and if it happens, good

wake one day, one night
the radio's a different language
the neighbors' squabble
my boss jabbering away
a creepy white noise
and the kids will exhale with all they've got
trying to move my blank stare

it's bound to happen
i can already taste it
it has a taste that sneaks up on you
after you've tasted what you thought was
the taste

deliberately plotted
to kill me, have me run
through streets full of speeding cars,
screaming

me at them them at me
i always knew it to be this way
hidden underneath the way
it seemed to be

let the mottled metallic tongue flap
pour the sounds out,
concrete

so there's no missing
the sinking in


� 2004 by John Eivaz