FUTURAmike
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2004
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I wake up in the same haze that blankets the earth
a pack of cigarettes torn open
the cotton tip hangs from my mouth
riveted denim to protect my legs from cold
a yellow flame and orange ash
combing through my hair with my fingers
I stare into the city below
smoke pours from my nostrils
on the street
blue dawn creeps in
I walk below the surface
worn steps and buzzing lights
graffiti and dust
cufflinks and briefcases
I climb aboard the next train
a murmur, then silence
The doors close with a mechanical hum
the sound of screaming metal dulled by thick plexiglass
the lights flicker briefly as I arrive
squeezing past businessmen in their tiny suits
I bow
emerging from the subterranian network
the light outside makes me squint
10,000 footsteps echo off of concrete walls
each step melting into the next
an ocean of sound and people
I fight against the oncoming current
and make my way out of the main stream
through a dim alley
I lean back against the cool wall behind me
light another cigarette
and close my eyes
an old man shouts and ceramic bowls clink against each other
exhaling slowly
I turn and make my way into the small diner
I order miso
and drink it quickly
a respectful bow and respectable tip later
I'm on the street again
the bay is in sight
a cold breeze blows off the water and through my hair
I lean on the railing
the paint is falling off
a fisherman drifts by in his overloaded boat
I watch him until he's out of sight
and peer into the dark water
I dive over the edge
and sink to the bottom
my eyes open and I inhale deeply
a pack of cigarettes torn open
the cotton tip hangs from my mouth
riveted denim to protect my legs from cold
a yellow flame and orange ash
combing through my hair with my fingers
I stare into the city below
smoke pours from my nostrils
on the street
blue dawn creeps in
I walk below the surface
worn steps and buzzing lights
graffiti and dust
cufflinks and briefcases
I climb aboard the next train
a murmur, then silence
The doors close with a mechanical hum
the sound of screaming metal dulled by thick plexiglass
the lights flicker briefly as I arrive
squeezing past businessmen in their tiny suits
I bow
emerging from the subterranian network
the light outside makes me squint
10,000 footsteps echo off of concrete walls
each step melting into the next
an ocean of sound and people
I fight against the oncoming current
and make my way out of the main stream
through a dim alley
I lean back against the cool wall behind me
light another cigarette
and close my eyes
an old man shouts and ceramic bowls clink against each other
exhaling slowly
I turn and make my way into the small diner
I order miso
and drink it quickly
a respectful bow and respectable tip later
I'm on the street again
the bay is in sight
a cold breeze blows off the water and through my hair
I lean on the railing
the paint is falling off
a fisherman drifts by in his overloaded boat
I watch him until he's out of sight
and peer into the dark water
I dive over the edge
and sink to the bottom
my eyes open and I inhale deeply
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