(photos of graffiti by shaun grub)
No way forward but to wing it (sting it)
what you say when they say bring it (krik)
See ain't no one done this before (sho')
besides isn't that what your stuff swore (don't)
Figure it out on the run surfing (you know)
a falling stack of domino waves (arrived)
We must each bleed a fraction of (in a hurry)
to breathe with under the knee (comfortably)
Point is keeping an onward motion (numb)
Hang it on hooks like a hose you carry in advance
With you in case of a mobile fire in a drive thru
suddenly engulfs you on the run in the kingdom
No better way of being prepared for anything
than to know your born moment presently
still unfolds every day you can register neat
to vote in the forthcoming primary seat
No more way ahead but on our own paths
No help we can expect from each other, alas
No way we may intervene even if its well known
No how would we dream of giving up on trying
No More! Each day's mouth that opens
wide inside my eye helps me to breathe
No Help! Each morning's promise cracked
arrives like a kiss from the mother dawn.
No Way! Every moment propelled forth
in the darkness we're each other's canaries
No How! Every muscle trained and straining
in concert together against our adversaries
Hides the secret that they don't know any more
The actual way out than the rest of us do
Pomp & Circumstance done cloaked well
All sorts of clandestine maneuvers in Hell
Its the glow of the hidden coveted thing
in the box high lighting faces that brings
Out the dashboard's ultra-lit ambiance
a paneled array of shakers and movers
Because your world was the car-machine
That we took a joy ride in after drinking
What's it with your quick reaction (spiffs)
Just what was it you were thinking? (chuffed)
There's no one left to ask permission (drifts)
Much less any around to stop you (off)
Move on through the storm on a wing (cough)
And a prayer will bring us in (mumble)
for a rough landing at least (to sleep)
