12 November 2008

Two weeks from tonight

the yellow line in the road burned as the sun
he would make wrong turns to come back
he sees he is in the mouth of madness
I am him I am not hime I am you
he will flee a town and be turned around
every time he flies he ends up at the beginning
I am but a memory of hime and you
reality is not what it used to be
love and our spirit the whole rebellion
then ever met and he made states from covers
what are diseases doing under the table
show wars kill terrorists and determination
hunting made inquisitive mode dragons
building nests for mating scavengers
inedible wood pressures because of sanity