12 November 2008

Lost Places

Become fortunate, even one at that
newborn delinquent
Catch me running
What of the rocklove
the earth and its delights
this summer of night
lies from the walls
breakdown no worries
selfdestructive countdown
metropolis bring your solstice
i will leave again, they will have me
unwillingly a memory
i am your friend when you hear double
i guess i was tommorrow
if i live through the leaders
though the last to feed are frenzied
and the moon is over a water walkway
desire exhaustion and song
the song lies, the wind cries
ask evidence in peices
long the lands of immortals
rewarding the faithful and the sane.