anne clark
our darkness
Jack Kerouac
there has been a swoosh of time flying by me these last few weeks. it seems the velocity of my life changed as i changed gears. i hadn’t anticipated this which is purely naivete.
while i thought i was entering a big boy world in my big boy pants, i am gobsmacked because in ways it seems more like i’m olivia de havilland in “the snake pit” and i can’t hear myself scream because of the cacaphony of discontent around me.
i am hoping this aviary-like soundtrack is directly related to the human condition and not connected to my input. the truth remains to be discovered. i hope it comes sooner rather than later.
Through these city nightmares you’d walk with me
And we’d talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn’t tear us apart
We’d keep our heads above the blackened water
But there’s no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you’re gone now
Through a grimy window that I can’t keep clean
Through billowing smoke that’s swallowed the sun
You’re nowhere to be seen
Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Every-body has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defence between us
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We’d blacken each other skies
When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes
That we left behind
It rains even harder now …..Anne Clark
