nicky and the monk

sitting on the stoop...giving stool samples to the wind...are we here to watch the waiting wind or to revel in the infinite bliss of existence...daddy said it's time to leave...watching the hi-way signs change from dull to duller...from hick town to hick town...i am listening to nicky cave...."i am what i am and what will be will be"...oh yeah nicky, i have heard it all before...i hear it everyday in this thin existence...i love you all, with every cigarette-ed breath...but what does it give me...another day lost in my own head...as the people pass...they speak constantly...they give me little...it seems as if in new york you are not entitled to five feet of personal space...you are not entitled to a sip of water without someone watching you...someone performing for you..."look at me muthafucka!"...yeah i see you on the sidewalk...i see you in the shadows...trying to shine...