Lifting iron
Barbells pile on
Weight upon weight
Sad, cold garage
Steel eyes and cameras
Look on, look on amazed
Like a spider looks
Constantly surprised
Though unblinking
Robotic and cold
Lifting its arms and legs
Up the silver steel spool
And back on the mat
The square of star jumps
Now I'm a supernova
Now I'm a red dwarf
Watch me explode
Who's watching Mr wolf?
Counting time
Jumping to the seconds
The drudgery of counting
Your life away in bodily ticks
And contraction-expansion of muscle fibres
Like a spider up and down a wall
Well a spider creates a web
Something beautiful
While I surf the web
The internet of uncool
And who knows you Uncle?
Uncle Sam knows all
He twitches his web in NewYork
And there's a tornado in Hong Kong
While I in my gym of body promises
Carry on, carry on
Lifting the kettle, put the kettle on
Polly, take it off again Hun
Back and forth like a serf
And manservant of the humdrum
And I contrast this in my mind
With the beautiful Hungarian forests I could be in
The place of cliffs and whims
And fun, saying come and put the kettle on
To my real hun
The only Hun I call Honey Bun
I long for that back again
I ache more than sinews
From a gym
Ache within on my interweb
My soul search engine
That continually rifles through memories
In the hope of finding a door back in
Or a page in the book of feelings
And hearings of the mind's comings and goings
That gives me any sense of peace
And I realize like through a sandstorm
That I am like a statue made of glass
blowing bubbles
To climb inside to escape sand grains
But I am made of that storm of sand
That is blowing
I am melting that desert life into thicker
Walls for myself
And all I want to do is to smash them down
And break the glass
Shatter these false skies and ceilings
And stop living in this vacuum chamber of feelings
I need to touch what is real again
