sandstorm at the beach
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from under the covers
he tells me
that from under the covers he keeps looking at me
and he warns me
about letting him be
under glass covers
so when they look at me
I see only the candles from under flickering
but I can’t see them
looking at me
there was a sandstorm at the beach
I survived the housecrush
now in the daylight
when I see neither clouds nor sunlight
and something tells me
that there will never again come a night
when the sand has become the sea
the war tank runs free
crushing hotels housing ghosts in Karachi
it’s a long way from the beach
and there is no man behind the wheel
inside I see them around me
the ones I entered with
have departed
but I see them around me
they sing loudly and merrily
of them one’s hanging upside down
with his legs rested on the wall
keeping his eyes on me
asking me to sing along
but I’m not crazy
and I cannot speak
if only I could scream
I would kill each and every one of them
like a sandstorm at the beach
but I’m not crazy
I only want this hotel all to me
so I can roam free
admiring the wood around me
and maybe look up that woman
whom I saw in the hallway turn to me
when the hallway spoke to me
as she entered her suite
to water her flowers and leaves
her face still turned towards me
her eyes looking at me
only past me
from under glass covers
he surfaces
and warns me
never to lay stained glass covers on the beds in my hotel
for I shall never see them
while they look at me
his teeth they grin at me
I begin strangling myself only to laugh at him loudly
and I laugh until I no longer see him but the covers
but that doesn't matter
what matters is the unease
what do you do
when this is how you feel
when there are things you need
i don't know...
so that feelin like shit is one thing
but becoming like this..
it doesn't feel good
that's all
he tells me
that from under the covers he keeps looking at me
and he warns me
about letting him be
under glass covers
so when they look at me
I see only the candles from under flickering
but I can’t see them
looking at me
there was a sandstorm at the beach
I survived the housecrush
now in the daylight
when I see neither clouds nor sunlight
and something tells me
that there will never again come a night
when the sand has become the sea
the war tank runs free
crushing hotels housing ghosts in Karachi
it’s a long way from the beach
and there is no man behind the wheel
inside I see them around me
the ones I entered with
have departed
but I see them around me
they sing loudly and merrily
of them one’s hanging upside down
with his legs rested on the wall
keeping his eyes on me
asking me to sing along
but I’m not crazy
and I cannot speak
if only I could scream
I would kill each and every one of them
like a sandstorm at the beach
but I’m not crazy
I only want this hotel all to me
so I can roam free
admiring the wood around me
and maybe look up that woman
whom I saw in the hallway turn to me
when the hallway spoke to me
as she entered her suite
to water her flowers and leaves
her face still turned towards me
her eyes looking at me
only past me
from under glass covers
he surfaces
and warns me
never to lay stained glass covers on the beds in my hotel
for I shall never see them
while they look at me
his teeth they grin at me
I begin strangling myself only to laugh at him loudly
and I laugh until I no longer see him but the covers
but that doesn't matter
what matters is the unease
what do you do
when this is how you feel
when there are things you need
i don't know...
so that feelin like shit is one thing
but becoming like this..
it doesn't feel good
that's all
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it is a dream or something
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Godfather.