Atom and Cell

Her skin was darker than ashes And she had something to say Bout being naked to the elements At the end of yet another day And the rain on her back that continued to fall From the bruise of her lips Swollen, fragile, and small And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all A lost foreign currency Multi-coloured, barely reputable Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze Well she offered you this to do as you pleased And where is the poetry? Didn't she promise us poetry? The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees The long straight highways from dirt road to tar Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? And where are the stars? Didn't she promise us stars? Nothing will ever be as it was The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls Like a poor mans Boltanski Lost one and all. Sell, sell Bid your farewell Come, come Save yourself Give yourself over Pushing your consciousness Deep into every atom and cell, Sell, Bid your farewell Come, come Save yourself Give yourself over Pushing your consciousness Deep into every atom and cell, Sell, Bid your farewell Come, come Save yourself Give yourself over Pushing your consciousness Deep into every atom and cell