Monday, May 14, 2007

20 miles past the pier and the the
record skips, just the way I have
with needles, but it's alright I can
read those grooves myself, it's
like using a scalpel in the dark

All the soldiers have crazy eyes and
the summer leaves it's mark. I
remember it from when I was a
kid and electricity danced over the
streets and you couldn't breathe
for the tar distilling out of the road.

but it's not quite like it was when it was like it had been

1 comment:

Lilly said...

Who the fuck are you dude!

...i'm as impressed as a hare can be for you are such a talented mystery...i'd like to know....i really would...