(co-written with Lisa) <br /> <br />He gets up at 5 AM comes home 12 hours later <br />Resting beneath the shadows of glass fragments <br />In a garage flying and tired <br />Life rings at the door and outside stands <br /> <br />A man with a die for an eye and some jailhouse bars <br />Steaming at the bottom of a lake. Seaweeds ruin <br />The castles of sand in his brain. Lottery tickets <br />Are teared to pieces like the red rose stem grown out <br /> <br />Of the soup that's boiling alarmingly <br />He looks at the door-handle and cuts himself on <br />Anonymous answering machines in the tent <br /> <br />Cuts himself on trampled chips <br />Of monster movies seen in the sky <br />The music forms clouds of unbreakable glass<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motor-mechanic/
