Saturday, November 21, 2009

Mindless rhythms.

Waking up earlier than the sun
though neither breathing fire
nor having fun.

Pick up plates and set them straight
so that cars can go ahead
take a picture, take a look
lemme see what's under yer hood.

Join the cables, tie them neat
Black and blue makes a sticky fit
Turn on power, turn on switch
Be careful of the overflowing ditch.

Lights, camera, action!
Wait.
Just twitch that pole a fraction.

Shove your feet firmly in the ground
Dig your heels, and lean back down
Pull and grunt with all your might
Mind over matter, power over sight.

We back, they near
Shouts of encouragement in my ear
Then we slip and gone is the chance
We start doing a hopeless dance.

Going to bed when the moon rises
high in the sky
oh this wretched feeling
of muscle ache in the thigh.