In my place

Don’t bother knocking/ you won’t get an answer
Such is no longer the place of my residence
You won’t find me here again
Or anyplace else for that matter/ except in my place
I take the A train to get from room to room
The noise is hushed by the hissing and pops/
Verbalizing the erotica of Anaïs Nin from a cracked record
More kindly treated are the ears, I assure you/
When ghetto-blasters are carried from train to train
The melody of Birkin et Gainsbourg arouses a plea to stay
To match the transitory nature of feelings/
No sign or décor remains for long/
only shuffled through the transparencies of an advertising slideshow
Absolut mood-altering, it says
So throw away your rings, a primal scream echoes/
It reverberates around your inner dam
Shatters the shell, douses the shoulders like her thin strands of blonde
Pressure on your back/ not the weight of uncontrollable thoughts and images
But the lady’s knee grinding in your spine/ twisting the spokes
In search of pause you doth go abed
Harried by the kinderspiel that Rammstein versteckt beneath
No peace of mind can be obtained by escape
Piece of mind, ripped and torn like the blood and body of Jesus Christ
is passed, consumed, shared,
Causing all that is internal to be placed on display/
The eternal playbacks, slow-motions
And attention it gets, unable to be reeled-in once split
Spoiled like milk, polluted from over-exposure
Ruined by the trespassing/
Uninvited, yet with no plans to leave any time soon
@#%$ forever.

And I've been such a long time waiting for someone I can call my own/I've been chasing the life I'm dreaming/Now I'm home.