HEADING THE ROCK

Just a bite from an apple as the birds tweet.
Sunbeams glimmering above,
The smell of smoke gray cigar
in a leaden bastard atmosphere.

Woken up, all of a sudden,
wrapped by blue-bebop notes
the sax weeps
a trumpet spitting out unconscious melodies.

I took a glimpse inwards
not exactly knowing what’d come next
anything but a nervous breakdown
since I felt numb myself

Waving hair in the yellow morning fresh air
Below dusty window-panes
The roaring engine pointing at infinity
its sound mingled with grindcore-distorted guitars

A gibberish conversation, nothing about
Dayless week, swarming truck traffic
yet another highway to ride on
so as not to perish, to wither, to fade away

The tangram concrete building,
made up of six billion pieces
awaited them grubbers
velvet hood-eyed, pointless strangers