The Wanderer
Kid A
"slug"
the wind
pulling the air
as it flips the sky
and empties the sun
drags me along
plastered earth
stings my belly
scraping in vain
to hide from the sun
and what is slick and smooth
never wanted this touch
already drying up
in the warm stroke
of the flickering glow
soft clouds diminish
and spill the light
time is my only prayer
thru traffic,
sidewalks...
no shelter,
if you're looking for rain
you might as well be a slug
the wind
pulling the air
as it flips the sky
and empties the sun
drags me along
plastered earth
stings my belly
scraping in vain
to hide from the sun
and what is slick and smooth
never wanted this touch
already drying up
in the warm stroke
of the flickering glow
soft clouds diminish
and spill the light
time is my only prayer
thru traffic,
sidewalks...
no shelter,
if you're looking for rain
you might as well be a slug