Steel and Glass

Inspired by a song by John Lennon from April 2006

Night set in my soul; day birthed its ugly head in the far distance of my conscious mind. I sat on my perch well, my 3^rd floor patio and sucked a lungful of smoke out of my pipe. Ahhhh advertisements on the b**b tube try to scare the kiddies straight, but I know the truth, about how good the smoke feels as it fills every bronchial and departs out the airways. Yum. I raise the lighter with the broken off plastic top that usually straddles around the flint and the gas release mechanisms and ignite a fire that burns up the remains of the pipe as I suck on the tip of the pipe like a baby newborn searching for its mothers milk.

 

The needle stayed still and the disc spun around it. Wouldn't it be nice if life was like that? You just stand there in your groove and the world spins around you; life speeding by at thirty-three and one third RPMs, sometimes at forty-five, sometimes at seventy-eight RPMs, but always racing by. As it whizzes by I can hear the sound it makes as it whizzes by at such great speeds. The sound of wind rushing past my ears is ever constant and as my mind slows I can almost make out words coming from the spinning winds.

 

There you stand with your LA tan, and your New York walk and your New York talk

 

Lost in a world of prisms and crystalline entities, the words reverberate as the speed of the world catches up with my ears and groggy mind. As I hold the inhaled smoke in my lungs, a brief flash of reality hits me like brisk wind of October in Manhattan. Then back down into the records groove I go as the smoke rings depart. Swaying back and forth as the large disc wobbles gently back and forth on the player. The needle always pointing to Hell. My mind grows ever numb by the second and it slows down once more, the secret words speaking to my soul.

 

Your mother left you when you were small, but you're gonna wish you weren't born at all

 

All we are really is just a tiny pinprick on the canvas of kinetic energy. The light of foresight shining on the far side, casting fleeting glimpses of the true power within our reach. We can walk closer to the pinprick but until we are flat up against the sheet can we ever grasp how bright our own potential really is.

 

Hey! Steel and Glass. Steel and Glass. Steel and Glass. Steel and Glass