plastic howl

grey drops suburban night
you complaining more than a soaking wet kite on the roof
and wailing as a poor lonely wolf

in the pouring rain there is no right direction to swallow,
the stream on the road you may be willing to follow,
   for salvation is just a drop away
 may lead you to heaven
may send you to hell

grey drops stainless steel sky
you angry wounded animal
singing like a wooden puppet, the wail of the fire in your nose

you who gave away freedom for an end of the season discount sale
 why don't you stay out there alone now
 enjoying your soaking wet brand new clothes
 perfectly fitted on your lost scratchy soul
you poor plastic wolf
 knave of convenience on the loose

Marco Bo