Off To Work With Radiohead
The morning bell
The morning bell
Light another candle and…
The train doors close in front of my face. I grip the dirty metal bar to hold myself up right. The heels of my feet are scabbed and the bandaid fell off a long time ago.
Release me
The claustrophobia sets in. Distract. Did I reply to that email yesterday? Did I turn the stove off? Did I forget my keys? It’s too late now.
Release me
We’re moving along.
I feel dizzy from the trapped heat. My eyes flutter. My green head is swollen and my blue heart is tight.
You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
I glance at the seated people in the window reflection. Eyes darted at me. I look down at my feet. One of my shoelaces is untied. I look over my shoulder, eyes taking a peek. They see me. They’re perceiving me.
Howlin' down the chimney
Can they hear me? Why do they all look like they know?
Release me
Making an abrupt break. The beams still flashing by quickly. The doors seconds away from parting again.
Release me
A man stands there with a cardboard sign saying “You’re not here.” He is staring at me dead in the eyes.
42. It’s 42.
Please
Release me
I jump onto the platform. The scab on my heel is ripped away.
Release me
Scurrying up to the surface. The rat running along side of me.
Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
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Clothes are on the lawn with the
Furniture
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Now I might as well
144 I make a sharp turn. Shaking my head. It’s not real.
I might as well
No reaction. You won’t get one from me. A first drop of blood is drawn into my shoes.
Sleepy jack the fire drill
The car speeds by. I run through the ground smoke, holding my breath. I feel like alice in corporate-land. They want to eat me.
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round
And round
The drops of rain on my head trickle down the sides of my face. Soaking into my collar of my shirt. I can feel it, like a finger tracing down my back into my skirt.
Cut the kids in half
I pull off under an awning.
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
I stand in front of the reflection watching my chest go up and down. I look up into my own eyes.
The lights are on but nobody's home
I can know myself, but I’ll never get to see myself. That’s ok. But do they know?
Everybody wants to be a friend
My phone is ringing, but I’m not here. I continue down the street. I’m of you. I don’t want to be you.
The lights are on but nobody's home
I stare at the cracks on the pavement, watching a million feet dance around me as I make my way through.
I can feel the blood soaking into the fabric of the sole.
Nobody wants to be a slave
Walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin'
Walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin'
I feel a ray of light and look up to see a break in the clouds. Blue sky. I am the only one looking. I stand perfectly still.
Walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin'
Walkin', walkin', walkin', walkin'
I am not you, but you are all of me.
