Saturday, March 28, 2009

Radomir Luza


the drums sounded like an angry ostrich
like the difference between plastic and stone
like heather graham in another movie where she does not take her clothes off

like mick jagger saying we don't analyze them we just play them
and the lead singers have become the businessmen they always hated

the sun hit me like molton lava like a new band caressing their first hit

like rod stewart without the attitude

the crack cocaine ecstacy pcp and heroine
the closed doors and naked needles

the angry stares and unmolested glares
the bloody knees behind bath room stalls

the margarita filled night the alley cat pisses
and east river brawls

the life without clocks and teeth that have not ever rocked
the darkness on stage that keeps people away
the stillness on mars
the spoken for stars

on an island near the moon
hey you guys and girls talk too soon

too many behind bars

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