Ghosts Who Own The Streets

Ghosts Who Own The Streets

Ghosts who own the streets,
eye would like to keep my eyes
eye would thanks very much.

You drag your hidden face along
the ground listening for reasons
to stick your head up in the clouds.

With your weapons of mass destruction,
sharply pointed, all angles covered
in your swinging hand.

Heat seeking missiles, you want to
seek my eye, eye know you
want my souls telescope.

'Stay away from my hair with your
vain destroying trickles of unholy
filthy tears' murmurs the ghosts.

Street by street,corner to corner,
ducking and diving boxer style,
I'll save you my eyes eye will.

My universal windows, my daily
openings to the wonders of life
love, colours and shapes,
mother natures gift.

Ghosts of ignorance, protecting your
armour, hidden beneath your eye popping
mad mans fashionable tool.

Lay your eyes upon my precious temple,
show mercy and respect towards
your fellow wandering spirit,

and my eyes will kindly grant you
a friendly glance, a nod of
gratitude, a sunshine smile.

Eye would like to keep my eyes
eye would thanks very much,
but only if you open yours.......


                                              spb.