The Drive of Your Life

chris (2007-10-30 08:11:54)
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I know I'm a nuisance, a dull red pain.
Flushed, a throb to your stifled lives.

Am I deaf, or are you dumb plums
just stupid Smothered mother's words.

Do you never dance or drive?
Chance a risk - whist drive done,

Or draw a sword to the stellar swings
And geoid turns that shape our lives,

Throw lunacy to lunar sways.
Off beat rhythm, rag time drives.

As I swim naked, baptised in innocence,
Cold, but smiling and free -

My one man dome home, subtle venom
To the bad-man bandanna of routine.