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strange fish
by and by
and my oh my
in a city
where in a day
the population of a small nation
pass you by
take a seat by the side
and watch the tide
it brings all kinds of strange fish
carries them by
i like to sit high and dry
beneath a concrete sky
on a crumbling concrete block
and once in a while
if you lucky
get a bite and a smile
some nice girl pass you by
your buddies give you an elbow
and we all wink and smile
but tropical fish
she gone
and home at night
i wonder if
i wonder if next time
she pass by
i don't just smile
and give my brothers high five
don't just dip my feet
but take a dive
forget the lines
and get myself
someone nice
we be sitting high and dry
watching all these fish
pass us by
but right now we just sitting
and the fish are fishing
the world's floating by
one solitary cloud in the sky
and with a heavy fist
the sun's pounding
and the air's filling
with shrill choruses
'cause every tree dark and shady
is throbbing
with a million creepy crawlies
comforting and familiar
like last summer's hit song
as we're now walking
carried down along
a shady boulevard
towards the great big park
throbbing with a different song
mix with the throng
high and dancing
must be forty degrees
but the party is bouncing
and we slip on by
tourists in a yellow submarine
we see everything
but don't leave nothing behind
check out the old guys on sticks
shuffling by
eyes blank and rheumy
just a few of the strange fish
that we pass by
at last
somewhere cold beverages
they're weeping it's so humid
as i tip my head back
the first swallow's stinging
a joke about someone's mother
and we're all laughing
as the sun's now dying
a smoldering coal in a salmon sky
the creep to crawlies begin to sigh
street lights sodium orange
charged gas across the city
a million neon signs wink to life
moving on again
boats with lights off
we flow
wander past islands of sound
a snatch of convo
a giggle and a laugh
feel like i'm slipping into the heart of darkness
and cigarette tips like light houses
draw orange lines in our eyes
a sharp draw of O2
and a face lights up
phantom like
eyes crazy
pupils vertical slits
like that Cheshire Cat
crazy's got those contacts
and a homeless guy on the side
watches us slip by
hardly moving as we're carried on the evening tide
another school of strange fish
he gives us a crooked smile as we cruise by
| Posted by Matt at 12:35 /writing # |