We could compete in climax showdowns.
Some peace we make with our minds.
With god blowing us to the surface
the devils got his feet on the ground.

Something i forget then remember
a small little piece of a clue.
I talk to much when it matters
you know my name and that's fine.

A funeral to pass a long summer.
A wedding takes place underground.
The distance between our bodies
measured by breadcrumbs in the night.

The snake falls from towers above here.
The goddess meets death with the news.
A single symbolic light gesture.
The stroke of a cheek,the beginning of something new.

Legend but I forgot the origin
An epic with nothing to prove
She twists away in the darkness.
A candle would prove her a prude.

From Jonestown jungles of winter.
to the Cozonostra weddings in rain.
I'll take Italian over Kool-Aid.
A cyanide summer, a mix that we can't explain.

A lions teeth through her armor.
Her pride lay down in the sand.
Avid admirers wanted.
A hotel room screams in the night.

11/17/2008

Posted on 11/18/2008
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