it's gray this afternoon,
i see your face, it starts to rain.
i can see you shiver so cold,
the wind blows down the avenue.
I shake as i miss your smile,
right now i plan to breathe you in.

the train is rolling down the tracks,
the personal express up an arm.
no one else can see the train,
but i can see what you've got up your sleeve.
I could be an annonymous anyone,
a dead body litering the streets of your journey-
but i could scream for you.
somewhere beneath the laughter, i could scream.

the vocabulary runs thin in expression,
so you let the steel edge speak for you.
the monuments lay, erected there
tributes to your self-defeat.

the long sleeves you're wearing now,
they cant hide your evidence.
i'm right here
right now tonight,
and i can see the cards hidden up your sleeve.

the ace of spades never looked so red.

09/22/2003

Posted on 09/22/2003
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