Running Rats Poem by David Lacey

Each journey undertaken
Each shaken from our roots
Each boot all clean the dirt to wipe
Slides across another windows pain
We laughed and loved and ate our souls
And then lost ourselves in asking
The questions moon is waxing
And painting us a face.

I see in air vibrations there
And calling we are gods
Of all the dreams that have come now lost and found
Torn and beaten on the humble ground
That sits beneath defiant sky
All void the emptiness of knowing
All rivers flowing into source
And force of waters pouring
Rush the heart the blood is soaring
Into levels all dimensions set in ever changing shades.
Then digging deep with diamond spades
We catch the memory in the shade
Of living in the summer,
And sinking in the fade


So running rats
The cat to catch, the dogs to howl and cry
Sitting here the devils spear
Is surely in my side
Sitting here or standing tall the wall is fast becoming
The one and only thing i see
The world so slowly numbing
Reality this fantasy society created
All I am the one I know
The one the world has painted