Drip

A bead of perspiration slips
down the cold glass and the table
melts to the floor
under the gaze of indifference I shrug
my shoulders crumbling down into the
story of a person, once whole,
who ran full circle
and never stopped.
Making quotas, taking pictures, giving
hand outs to the man....
Singing softly, they can't hear it for
they would not understand
Running footprints down her hipbones
making track marks on her face
leaving Vegas for the moment
and flying to outer space
Nodding off to sweet surrender but
still feeling out of place
these things that are your pleasure are the source
of my disgrace
Still they listen,
ears pressed against the wall
Still they stumble, still they lose it all
Leaving Vegas for the moment and running
to Shangri-La
Where the women are real women
and the men are formed from Ra
Where the children are untouched
and the rivers always run
There you find me, like the lotus
opening towards your sun :)