rexx

just showered
velvet underground
incense burning
it feels nice to relax
stay up all night
time of evening when the sky is still blue
but the streets have grown dim
reflections in windows appear more like watercolor paintings

i've grown accustomed to the red and yellow and brick houses
in rows
outside my bedroom window
and finally i don't mind the familiarity
night after night
or knowing i'll be back
after getting gone, again
into the night
emerging into the rising sun, like from a wave
somewhere new
another ticket tucked neatly away
in its little blue envelope
ready to carry me off

no need to wake
no need to sleep
the road trailing off is part of me
like the tiny lines on my hands,
read by psychics late nights in new york
or the scars on my ankles
born late nights elsewhere
to remind me of my past,
old habits dying hard

i don't think i'll ever be able to explain my lust
for late nights and disappearing
and white dashes unveiled by headlights
one by one then gone again
into the black sea of night
as i'm gone again from them.
even when the roads are quaint and empty
i still see them imprinted in darkness whirring by and by and by
forever
curled up in a tiny bus seat
to myself
happy as a pollen drunk bee on a sunflower
or maybe just as happy as the sunflower itself,
waving boldy, alone, in a barren plain
or in the market on a monday
towering above a grey city that seems to cower in the distance
like the people cowering early mornings in the rain
as i dance along half soaked beneath my umbrella smiling at them

millions of tiny dashes lingering on the backs of my eyes
even when i'm fast asleep and asphalt pours
behind me like a jamaican waterfall
like one week ago
waking up to bumps and buslights i stirred and stretched
and stood out in the warm blanket
of the dead of night in late july
for a moment
and i couldn't fathom it,
i couldn't fathom the world. the universe.
i couldn't fathom it at all
and that was alright
it was actually quite perfect

the world. one giant hotel with one billion rooms.
and i always did like the smell and the comfort and the strange familiarity
and everything temporary
and i'm satisfied
checking in and out forever,
my mind and body
and one thousand miles away my soul is curled up at home
sleeping soundly