Thursday, January 9, 2014

The Wannabe

A grey shadow in the foggy twilight
the corporal in a muddy old overcoat
cigarette butt between his yellow teeth
shaking on the cold platform
in a village far away from the main line
a frustrated subject
pathetic and troubled
yet...
a creature bloodthirsty
with nails broken and ill
still sharp enough to cause pain
if only gets on the wagon of power for a moment
a brief moment of glory

to sit near the place where the big dogs pee 


lyrics&photo: Xhabir Deralla