through the door i hear her crying

the great world snake. watched the highways writhe and join, twist and slither though the city, waxing and waning, growing thin and fat. all through the islands of corporate america as nightfall closed in around me. the interstates around atlanta never seem to lose their wonder no matter how far, fast, or often i travel them. i watched the headlights coming at me like endless eyes. the roadways some breathing creature with great long arms, splayed across the universe, a thuroughfair for the passengers of life and her mysteries. the little child in me died a little out on the unmerciful sidewalks tonight. she should be out there running and singing and making this world her own, but she's in the back seat of some weary travel-torn vessel making it's way into the darkness of the city. some empty stocking suitcase on wheels. part of my soul is tempted to find her. it's the same part of me that can't sit still, the same part of me that wants a one way ticket to somewhere else, and i'd find her and drag her along if i thought it would do either of us any good. and i wish i were somewhere in atlanta. down in the streets of the beautiful city. finding the part of me i've lost. somewhere up under a street lamp with all of me spilling into the air and feeling at peace. like the day we all walked the streets in the bitter cold, loving the moments of wreckless freedom and truly having not a care to be concerned with. making love to the music of the mid-town, down-town, little five point porno shops and record stores with that drive by truckers poster i still regret not buying. and all of today, and every small journey, and the yesterdays turning into tomorrow, it would all stand still and i may find that peace. because tonight my heart is hurtning. tonight i'm slowly dying, giving in to the neon and fade that will be under my wings come the morning. when the plane will touch down, i will find myself back here, in this modern day oz-emerald city in just a week's time. and i will go into the city.


and it's into the light's i'll be going,
even if it must be alone.
into the dark city lights i'll be going,
and i may never make it back home.