orange slice and cherry coke -- 3/3/03

any color's better than the one on the walls
pinkish grey and sickly and they hold all my calls
don't know what I'm doin' here or why I've been kept
the only plus to all of this is that I'm well slept

keep this all in mind because I can't write it down
my body aches my hands're toast I'm way outta town
I didn't tell my girlfriend that I sent in my tape
and now I'm stuck in lockup like a damn dirty ape

listen I can take it if you say that I suck
it's music for the playing so I don't give a fuck
if it's that bad just tell me and I'll keep it away
I won't look for a signing if I get out today

take away my freedom put me off my stride
but nothing you can do can take away my pryde
i think that's what you're trying with your stupid game
but you should know more than to fuck with my name

--pw

i have returned

back in new york city!
i can smell the cold exhaust
can taste smoke on my lips
feel the thrum of engines everywhere
hear the people and see lights
more life here than anywhere i've been
mad rushing energy
courses through the concrete
running in the pavement
a sensation electric
like tongue to a nine-volt
all hours these people
kinetic or potential
or winding down in an entropic spiral
always climbing up and down
self- or city-powered steps
and it makes me say
screw wyoming!