I am on the run tonight
from the memories of
past judgment and
failed futures
I cut the lines that
run down the middle
of the road
with wild swerving
maneuvers that are
barely cloaked in
the luminescent
darkness that
shrouds the industrial
part of town
I sense a pervasive
Sense of life’s coil
unwinding
as the road
rolls by in torrents
of blackness lashed with
iridescent lines that promote
some order to my direction
I am tempted to lose control and
drive into walls and objects
but the feelings pass almost as
fast as the lights and the painted stripes
that seem to demarcate my life from my end
and as the all that life and feeling and light and
world trail past me
I feel like I might have lost what was
in pursuit of me and
what I had been in pursuit of
all at once
and I was left to wonder
which I would miss more
and which I would need less
as if the whole thing could be
divided that easily
into separate sides
of reality
when you are
traveling
at this
speed
A. Razor was born in Brooklyn, NY in 1963. He was soon brought out to southern California and raised in areas ranging from Yuma, AZ to Las Vegas, NV to Hollywood, CA to San Bernardino, CA. His early experiences living on the streets of Hollywood and Venice Beach, CA and his later institutional experiences as an inmate and parolee as well as a squatter and homeless rights advocate inform his writing with a perception of a marginal and disposable existence in a society where life is cheap and hope sometimes seems unattainable. However bleak it may seem, there is always an element that speaks to the spark that the writer believes to be the essence of the human experience. He has read his works and been published in many places by many people over the years. A short film, 13 Cuts Of A Razor, will soon be available on the internet and at bookstores. Excerpts of the archived footage can be seen on YouTube.
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