OUTSIDERS

outsiders...

you or i
have little
(if any) control
our lives
a series of happenings
chalk it off
as one more reckoning

forget about
normal patterns
we're just
outsiders

jackin' it up

founding a friendship
in fits
and starts, so illegit -
there's nothing
to be DONE
about it
no matter how we talk or shout
about it

too remote to impose
we lose
composure
knowing there's NEVER any
fucking closure

forget about
the "normal" patterns
we're just
outsiders
jackin' it up

always in
transformation
without a formal graduation
pushing-up deep
unacknowledged need
like some abhorrent garbage heap

you're right
it's only private greed

like heaven and earth
meeting
the answers always
underway
when nothin's left to say

forget about
the "normal" patterns
we're just
outsiders
jackin' it up