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No Traffic

You flush a fish down a toilet and look down to

See your second hand is dead still.

You think them somehow connected but you can't be

Sure and it's just as well.



What to do next when the shit piles up?

You can't decide. You go outside.

Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup.



You'd almost swear you hear voices, but you know it's

Nothing but a noisey, guilty conscience.

You hear monotonous noises. It's that time of night

Its so predictable.



Oh what a feeling to listen to your blood.

The way it feels when it congeals,

Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud.



Close your eyes.

No traffic, in or out.

Tired eyes

No traffic, in or out



You won't decide anything tonight. No need to

Rush things, they'll keep until tomorrow.

Just make a fresh pot of coffee and stay up

All night and get nothing done.



Don't you hate preference? I know you hate choice

Just hang your limbs out in the wind

And clear your throat because you don't know when you'll need your

Voice



You hope it won't be long before you're back in

The action like a moth around a light bulb, but

Who gets to say when the switch flips and the

Light goes off and you fly away.



You could be standing and watching city lights

But where you'll be is where you'll be

And what you do is up to you. Stand still you've got the right



Close your eyes

No traffic, in or out

Tired eyes

No traffic, in or out



I think I see the East, I think I see the East

And as I face the East, I swear I taste the East

I've got to go back East

Where there's no traffic, in or out.

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