it happens in silence

the state turned me out
they said, none of your blood type here
i turned off my pants
and the lights,
before i jumped into the pool
of insanity.

the beer was full of bottles
and the table was in the cave,
but we drank to our health,
anyways. in the dark
it was easier to see
the silence
in the winter trees.

the clouds didn't shine tonight
because we whispered
too loudly to be heard,
and a man came before us
and cursed our every word.

we drank to a piece (of the pie),
but the police turned us down
in spite of our suits and our ties.
they threw away our travellers checks,
screening for plutonians
arriving late, without a visa.

hated it, i told them so, we didn't
enjoy being held in the trauma ward,
but we were contageous,
and there wasn't a doctor to put in
a good word.

then, they laughed (again), because
we had been there before,
or so they said. it might have been true
but my hand showed no stamp,
even after a careful examination.

when i turned on the light
i missed the curve
in the road
that would have told me
where to go.

even my blood was opened.