On the Street Where You Live

In the echoing screams of an empty house
Lives a man without purpose
He lurches from room to room in the vain hope
Of finding his ghosts on duty

At the loom of his future

By the resonant pendulum tick... tock...
Lives a man without purpose
He watches those hands circle in the vain hope
Of finding his ghosts

At the doorway of day’s end

Under the chanting conundrum sound-scape
Lives a man without purpose
These words wander in in the vain hope
Of finding his ghosts

At the chorus line cancelled

But echoes, demarcations and drumbeats
Don’t count much for nothing
In the burdensome days
Of a man without purpose

January 2012