02 February 2011

borderline

im bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline

and there's you
and this cigarette butt
bustop-gutter-headache
a trainstation carpark transaction
in a bleeding bitumen stumble
at the android head-rush collapse

then yr fingernail mosaic at our cab-rank
that push-bike skateboard crush in the grass
an intolerant haircut on footpaths
only this time more
doors closing

than tweeting trends or inorganic products
and dude im not racist or anything but
what you talkin bout willis - and i pity da fool

coz, im, like

im bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline

and theres your freeway piss-stop
on the way home every time
you've drunk far too much fresh food
or didn't drink enough low carbs here
in a friday suit without watches
waiting, shouting politely at marble barstaff
chrome thumbs in deep pockets
for existential people to show

and they don't

im bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline

but in a glass city like this
the streets littered with cups
n wrappers n bags
n bottles n cans n wet logos
not bullets or cairo soldiers
or roadkill in this february wind
tearing at my presidential face

and i cant negotiate the change
or the messages waiting, waiting

or the vibration in your palm
as we stare at each polyphonic reflection
wrapped in graf-etched vistas
like fascinated jpegs

and yet

im bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline

im bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline