::11:25:07::

::: Savant :::

Half-witted and moaning
drooling from open sores in his mouth
dancing through the streets of Manhattan
mopping up ends of conversations of no one there
slinging salty sweat into his path of endless murmuring
releasing loud noxious fumes from behind
caught with iodine on his wound
above his eye
as he stares at the lights going up,
going up, going up...
while the elevator hums about his feet.
He breathes through his clogged up nose
sounding like the buck-toothed retard that he is,
never breast fed,
hardly ever hugged,
shunned,
taubted,
blamed,
but still...
an idiot optimist
smiling
sailing through the sludge that splatters his boots
sleeping
fetal
every night
not knowing sex
or slaps on the back
or smiles for him
or sailing on a boat.
only sleeping
inside the orange Volkswagen
he found for shelter
entertaining himself
counting thousands of ants
he lured with half a piece of pizza
counting thousands of ants
in seconds

Written by: ~ The Drummer