Rain Racing

Where I Am From

I am from sleepless hours and a crave to dream,

Lulls the waves a tide more till I reel into their crash.

I am from unfettered molds and mistaken chords,

the failure of slender fingers and a keyless piano.

I am from shallow thoughts swimming in deeper understandings,

the land of cynics, realists and hopeless romantics.

I am from Danny Elfman's Grand Finale.

I dance in contradictory fields and crowds of discriminated hypocrites.

I am the detached brain, the capless skull, the headless body which flail and consume in downed flame.

I am from the smog filled sky, riding on oil-slicked geese while dragging a cigarette of inspiration.

I am from long lines of factory conveyor belts, a clone in mass production.

I am from Limbo and architects and castle-builders.

I am the life wrecker, the idea planter.