A conversation with Fear

Shuffle of the gravel 'neath muddy heels pulse quickening as darkness twists between the vacant stares of breathless steel beggars you shouldn't be here this late. Pay no mind to the man on the corner he is blind and deaf in two ears his shadow is naked. clumsy feet fall not your own gravel...mud sprung up into the still night. swift walk swift walk wrestle with your keys girl...get home it's past your time. shadows elongate in dim street lights as headlights run coarse indifference by the empty lot. swift walk swift walk girl...that is not your shadow. three wise men and stainless shine want you to bleed tonite... walk fast...get home. there's nowhere to run except into the arms of a feral night and you don't know what's out there. what's out there? swift walk.. swift walk. question your faith tomorrow... under the covers of your Cherokee dreams not in this flightless empty lot. swift walk swift walk... girl... watch your shadow.

2-10-97

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