TEN

[jackjackal]

ten-times the time it takes
to count me out
i'll be lost here.
with a cold jacket and
all the streets i've forgotten.

alone in this city
it's all coming back to me.
i can see it in all your faces
your forgotten places
your important graces
and your attempts to
re-create them.

confronting upwind
my lungs struggling
my voice an unheard
violin
amist this orchestra of tin

my sound can be heard
ten city blocks away.
a dead housewife explains,
it's only some man's rain
a lonley guys blame

put a lampshade on my shadow,
it's blocking out the sun.

my melody grows.
this catharsis,
this scream,
reminding you of what you already know.
it's just a dream

i'll meet you there...