Lower Eastside Tourist - Mark Eitzel

Lower Eastside tourist, out of your depth

Seem to need alcohol more than you need breath

Drinking on the company, phony smile confusion

Bone and blood illusion, where to go

Happy you can’t focus, no love at all

Alcohol and exhaustion

Hunger and revulsion

What’s beyond human?

What’s beyond moving?

People come and people go

Slip through your fingers

Can’t stop the flow

Lower Eastside tourist: the trash you throw away

Think someone will save you or stand in your way or watch your decay

Turn into hunted prey or a dumb cliché

People come and people go

Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow

Slam the door behind you

Vaporizers, tranquilizers

Leave your toys behind you

For the light-house or for the blind spot

Slam the door behind you and wear a blindfold

So you can’t see yourself disappear

People come and people go

Decks loaded, watching the overflow

People come and people go

Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow