Some kind of mumbling out <br /> In the hall. <br />A Multi-language hum from one, <br /> To another, <br /> With the smell of my cat. <br /> I can see the large cross on top of Notre Dame. <br /> Lots of vibrations mixed here, <br />Shifting from a shape called Earth. <br /> This city is a collage of warped life, <br />Burned by a hypocritical sun. <br /> <br />Shaving as well as the daily rinse off. <br />I want to smoke, <br /> To release some dirt. <br />There are barbed wire fences <br />Tied to the veins in my body. <br /> Waiting for A-man to bring the Smurf houses, <br /> Of the Holy. <br />The waiting game is the hardest part. <br />Already made a few calls. <br />Don't want to be a pain, <br />It ruins the glory that comes with the expansion. <br /> <br />Let freedom ring. <br />Happy Birthday America, you crab you. <br />Waiting…… <br />Took an excursion, <br />Prepared salad, <br />Dig? <br /> <br />Ate down some pies, <br />Now the movement is great. <br />The movement. <br /> <br />Clowned webs cover the sidewalks, <br />Pleasant Street is crimped. <br />A Cambodian woman has vanished into the wall. <br />There is no shovel here, <br />To condense the smitten turnstile. <br />I repent and consent for a dashboard to pounce on, <br />Or, a talon to pick an itch on my organ topper. <br />There is only this corridor, <br />Leading to seasons with doorways to other seasons. <br />Minions, <br />A suffered minion takes a hand towards the sun and hopes that it will come close enough to warm my dreams. <br />My dreams, My dreams. <br /> <br />So, <br />No parts lofty, <br />I sense the Lord! <br />The world seams thick <br />With milkshake winds, <br />Could it be a boo in a who? <br />Who knew? <br />This place is a zoo. <br />Notes ring out in my head, <br />Symphonic sonic hum. <br />Enough.<br /><br />Jason Pacheco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-four-five/
