I wrote these in a Starbucks the other day. I don’t believe in Starbucks, by the way. Either that or I don’t like their coffee, and as I result I am able to make a pretentions statement: “I don’t believe in Starbucks”. I was sitting there, drinking water purchased from another franchised establishment, and writing on the back of old receipts.
1.
Reaching from rubble
They’re breaking our fingers
You’ll never fly higher
Without their okay
Reaching from rubble
And grazing the stardust
Stardust in ancient
You’re reaching at ash
Reign down upon us
Shower our hopes
In dust of our fathers
And tears of their eyes
Reign down upon us
Shake on your iron
Beat down the masses
On Sunday we’ll rise
Fear us, fear us
You won’t hear us.
2.
“Thank You”, you don’t mean it.
Fuck you, behind the table
Judgement is your game
and your eyes are far from holy.
Sending me down when my heart righs for higher,
And at home you will s leep while I strengthen my skin
How is it that I always let you in?
I always let you in.
3,
Well, the third entry (written on the back of a receipt from ‘Rite Aid’ for pens, razors, and a nailpolish entitled “purple haze”), was a list entitled…”What Else Can I Do With My Life?”.
