digitalbodies

again the station coreography
the transference of souls from north to south
the veins that circulate the city
the bitter wind that blows us all

today i heard the train was late
because someone had fallen down
lost and dazed they jumped with haste
to find the meaning of it all

i stare at a stranger's eyes
through our reflections on the window
we run the walls of the tunnels
and get pierced by all the lights
since it's the early hours of the night
cold sweat runs our feet in trunnels

i try to guess where they will leave us
and disappear forevermore
the next station approaches fast
but they remain in such a bore
that i guess they've a long way to go
they must endure it more and more

someone plays the violin
but i'm too distracted to notice
someone shouts they're dying slowly
but i'm too distracted to notice

the doors open and close
new lights flicker on the map
and we go through curves, we go through ramps
i just fiddle with my bag strap

some places make me really scared
they're full of ruins and dangerous at night
and as we cross underneath their grounds
i feel the urge to close my eyes
i feel like i'm afraid to die

lost eyes, tattoos, bicycles
prams, old men, haircuts
foul smelling, beautiful, loud
alternative, giddy, asleep
dark skin, light skin, backpacks
beggars, workers, children
far-sighted, thin, athletic
strange, depressed, unremarkable

sometimes living is not in the new
in some distant lands full of money and light
living is finding in the ways of everyday
things that never truly crossed our sight
in train tracks and tunnels that open up to show us
the ugly beauty of the cityscape at night
in comparing the boots and shoes of all these strangers
and trying to decide which is the one i really like
in hearing the announcement of a station
i remember visiting all those years ago
and letting a memory take over contemplation
trying to escape the harsh words of foucault
by creating a world outside of control
inside this nasty day by day
that keeps on wearing out our souls

there might really be no love in SP
but i think that what remains is hope...