sensation and fantasy there’s a cop dressed like a bear rap dancing in the traffic and there’s little boys with pockets full of hearts drenched in blood and there’s women with black eyes and bruised cheeks walking hand in hand with the lovers from my street. Teenagers lost in their father’s drugs everything is just the same another day another name, solders buried in their uniforms, one thousand men and each one thinks that he’s the one who died for god and country yet both of them shake it off and carry on. I know the road kills bigotry travelling is the great leveler I don’t travel anymore I’m caught in suburbia inside the cause wishing for a cure. Through all this commotion the doors are closed but the windows are always open sex floats on a breeze and crashes in violence stemming from untamed heads in unmade beds and respect that is never given, guru’s with long beards argue with midgets about men and god and law it’s just another Saturday night with the side show passing down my street. Dried blood sitting just under the skin, pink crying eyes looking deep into the abyss, who knows why the priest kissed crystal meth, when they turned the silence off I could hear Van the Man take me back everything felt so good and it’s so right and take me back and the grace, living in the light and everything felt so good, only Van could turn repetition into an art form. An old lady walks up and down my street trying to find the shadows from the stars she whistles the ballad of a dead dream that died so long ago, every street has to stop somewhere this one takes you home, inside your mansion, amongst your family carved in gold, you did not choose them but they ended up choosing you.