I came to see the flower stands,
the vegetables, the cigarettes
the subway station bucket man,
the headphones and the heat
I thought that I might try again,
the living and the breathing
but the living and the breathing don't
I used to be a waste of time,
an empty bottle lying down
a trap door with the latches gone,
Now I guess I'm something else,
a wanderer, a silver ghost,
Before, I saw it everywhere,
in car windows, the guarded stare
the hollow eyes, the hunted fear,
I thought that I might lose my breath,
the living and the coming death
the living and the aftermath,
I used to be a waste of time,
a burning match lit underground
a figure in the shadowland
Now I hope I'm something else,
a blinding flash, a fragment spell
a bird released from some old bell, escaping
