Big Red Ladder

Ran towards that thing he wrote with a pin
Wrote “nothing only came from everything.”

The air looked everything like a peacock waving
The thought of manifesto was caught and choked
And its guy was trying to save it – thought his thing was worth saving
Try to pull it from the vodka ladies living in the smoke

This – city made of second, third, fourth, fifth tongues
The streets out here aren’t safe – walk the dominant ones
And these streets seem wider fighting for your right to fight
It loves the dark – scared of stuff that’s carried on the light

There’s rocks on the side saying “give it down.”
Getting slower – got this package pulling by the pound
No credence given to the world en masse, trespass
With its immaculate pistol sitting ugly in its hands

Nobody ever told it that it had to go down fighting
In a world un-aground with inappropriate lighting
Where these creatures find these bodies and they hide them really well
Swarm on footsteps that sound like driving into piled high bells

No one out there wants to live so no one out there needs to prove
So no one out there needs to make and no one out there needs to move
This no one doesn’t want to die but even less for him to lose
Even less to join the dying wishes buried under shoes

Someone at the top of the city told it how to make a mark
Someone bottom’d woke a monster in the belly of a shark
Someone out in hell, they gathers pieces of the whole
Voices of the damned who found peace inside a hole

Then someone wrote rights for the world en large
Drew vanishing points, put some words in charge
Made so steeples of the theses can be written on cards
Or some lives in jars – fingerprints on bars