Living-room

Your doors are safely locked
all inroads and escape-routes blocked
and when the walls start shaking
you find your heart is aching
for reasons you can't put your finger on
peace used to be here, now it's gone

it's raining cats and dogs
the city's drowning in the fog
inconspicuous he walks
into the bank, he doesn't talk
he leaves his deadly suitcase on the floor
his pamphlets, then slips out the door

        explosion right on time
        late road-blocks everywhere
        a phone-call claims the crime
        reporters stop and stare

                prime-time sensation
                in your living-room
                no more sedation
                in the scary gloom
                of your living-room

your lives were neatly planned
faith, birth, death, love, all stations manned
by common sense and hope in
your talent to keep coping
with chaos you can't put your finger on
suddenly it's there to drown the sun

     refr. 1 + 2


1987.