a nobody in a strange town
like a ghost I roam this town
this lithographic world that rest’s here,
an etched name upon a vague signpost
dun fate that sings to a firing squad,
it makes no precise difference
all clocks here chime at high noon
where the pilgrims eat their lunches
and people like me ponder their perfume
like an ungrateful child I pout
my mess isn’t my mess it’s yours,
I’ve been past this curse down along the lines
our ancestors have made the afflicted,
you rest behind your wrought iron gate
your mausoleum for your sins,
I’ll fight the monsters you’ve handed me
though in my clenched fists I’ll squeeze regret
I’m a nobody in a strange town
though it seems so familiar to my eyes,
I feel compelled to be happy and smile
but that’s not the way and route of my ride,
I carry in me the means to mend
all the internal nuances that twist and creak,
all those things bestowed without a nod
where the all the water churns black and deep
