PITTSBURGH'S CALLING
Something in the deepest root begins to slowly surface.
Something in the primal nerve is pushing for a purpose
and i hear pittsburgh calling
or am i calling pittsburgh?
I'm fevered...
There's something here that has no reason
though the reasons have been plenty to pay no mind, if any
but my blood is boiling
and i hear pittsburgh calling
from far away.
In the mirror
i'm hypnotized
this liquid
wavy reflection.
It's me.
It's him.
It's we.
It's me
I see you
feel you
taste you.
Place your fingers in my mouth with my hand.
Your fingers, or your mouth
or my fingers, or who's mouth?
We are together. Did you see me?
You wiped the tears away from my face
with my hand as your hand
and looked into my eyes from
your eyes in my eyes,
and my arms were your arms
and you held me
centered me
wrapped around the back of me
and looked over my right shoulder.
Did you sense me? Did you feel me?
We were talking there
into our mirrors
no mouths were moving
no lips were speaking
save my occasional outburst
and you, an occasional grunt.
Did you hear me?
Couldn't it be any clearer?
You were me inside the mirror.
(and everything i knew back then
i knew again and said again
and i saw the future
the past the present
everything i ever wanted.)
2:14 AM 3/10/98
