Each Town Plays a Tune

i want it dubious and devious,
at the edge of of the euphoria
falling into delusion
i want it broken and mended
knees swollen and bend
it's the only way to feel the ground
when you are face to face on it
ass to the moon, drowning
in blurred thoughts
as the blood runs down to your head
i want it to be absurd and true
to hit them all in the guts
a hypnotic mixture of fear and curiosity
i despise beauty, it makes my soul drunk
i'm sick of what is nice and easy and smooth
i want it coming like a train
when you are homeless and fast asleep
beneath the bridge
the cuts and bruises and headaches
of the car crash
it wakes you up, it takes you out
it drives you mad, it grabs your throat
it's a slap, a punch across the face
it's the shock of the first breath
i want a baptism off the cliff
into the river
i want salt on open wounds
it's not pain
pain is what you feel afterwards
it's the goose bump
the cold snakes on your spine
the experience of the thunder
falling on your rooftop
the kiss from the brass knuckle
the interrupted coitus
the heart-skip at the dreadful new
i want the wake up call:
"play me, i'm yours"