a red boat

yeah and i saw it again
a face in the mirror not my own
a stranger creep into my soul
motorcycle pants and mod hair
thick glasses like two stumps
i fell into the black hole
at the end of the night
there i met some old friends
memories and shadows
of who i’d been
a puffed up poseur
a desperate stalker
an underground hero
a derelict rocker
a scared little child
trapped in a locker
like a tomb in the forsaken city
rolling roiling reeling
for to blast thru the ceiling
and run run run
before its too late
to split the skin
bellow and roar
awake and dreaming
of a red boat
when i was small
and swaddling
in the mad cocoon

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