syrup on cold metal lips, the stations in a white room: dots of light. and they pull you back and they slap you hard until the tears come out. when you had it in your hands if the world should swim away I know a place your place I know a way.well we’re here alone again and I have some time so please tell me your neverending comprehension. like a rabbit running past the stores and sorting out the nearest hats and furthest butcher shops, we will try to avoid the sharp edges when we enter the curb. and then we’ll show it our palms -as the knife falls down, on the barren chicken neck- at it’s disposal a prayer for all the ones who have spread their palms.
city shoes on lighted city pavement streets it’s time to go home alone now. but I have my picture linking a hard life awaiting me and I am not alone. when you had it in your hands if the world should swim away I know a place your place I know a way.
-(for brian)