Hot Pursuit

Hot Pursuit

 

from Metro

a Traveling Tales of Waybackwhen book

 

The cold

does not bother him.

 

Etched into his bones

as the emptiness

resides there.

It has found

a home, to languish in.

 

It is where the heart is:

to have

and to hold

as it bleeds out

bridging fate and fiction.

What once

they shared

wrested between,

gate forever closing the gap.

 

Snow having fallen

flakes like teardrops

make their own tracks as well.

Ties and ballast

holding the rails

in place

his purpose

a shape.

 

Parallel lives

lines that will no longer

cross,

but that one

once he catches up.

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WORTH

shuttled through the tunnels

like so much spoiled meat

snuffling and a’snarling

this beast upon two feet

 

Minotaurian presence

half-man, the body shared

double the size of mere mortals

if anyone dared care

 

he had no strings to tie him down

or keep him on the path

this city was a festering sore

‘twas dim, and dank, and daft

 

it was another of their tests

the smarmy, grim cabal

gave no twine or map, no lights down here

as he felt along tepid tiled walls

 

cast about into the depths

naught much more than thoughts

how it was he got this far

how much he had lost

 

find his way somehow, he would

these subways built to last

also ran quite systematic

he’d be out before much time had passed

The Man Who Knows

shuttled through tunnels

like so much spoiled meat

snuffling and a-snarling

the beast upon two feet

 

Minotaurian presence

half-man the body shared

double the size of normal men

if anyone dare care

 

he had no strings to tie him down

or keep him on the path

this city was a festering sore

’twas dim and dark and draft

 

it was another of their tests

this smarmy grim cabal

no twine, no map, no lights down here

felt along tepid tiled walls

Tilting at Propellers

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traveling back and forth

between the people that i love

not knowing where i belong any longer

no signs from above or

below

and it would mean the world to me

as to where I’m meant to be

I’d like to know

 

the sun goes down

and the clouds roll in

it’s getting dark now

could this be the end?

rain begins to fall

it comes down in sheets

when ever will the sun shine again

and show its face to me?

these wings lift me higher and higher

farther and farther off the ground

I can’t seem to say a word

from me there is no sound

Chinese New Year

jacob

 

Got a fortune cookie
just the other day
and I don’t listen
to a thing they say
So I ate the first half
that’s how I do it
never looking back
there’s nothing to it.
It said:

(CHORUS)
What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet up off the floor.
Don’t worry how

Lots of people out there searching
at the bottom of the well
but what they find there in the darkness
I don’t want to be the one to tell.
Stare at the abyss too long
you’ll find it staring back
with hairy eyeballs and crazy teeth
ready to join in the attack.
And it said:

(CHORUS)

It’s already too late
when you turn to run
looks like you’ve sealed your fate
my, but wasn’t it fun?
You could be late for supper
you could be late for class
long as your not late to your own funeral
if you are get off your ass.
And say:

(CHORUS)

So I ate the other half
to make it all come true
then I took you by the hand
to show it’s all brand new.
Just listen to the words I say
don’t worry ’bout the end
this is only my translation
we’ll start a whole new trend
and we’ll say:

What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet out on the floor.
Don’t worry how.
What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet out on the floor.
Don’t worry how.
Don’t worry how.
Don’t worry how.