all morning rain bitches on my neck haunting
notes and jotting phrases i cant read
im still crusted with dreams
i was visited by silent girls staring straight on to the
horizon and i couldnt
get them to pay attention

today again ill endure a city of men without brides
blanking hard stone memories in the shades of dusty bridges
hiding from the horizon slide sinking below the
black river water rippling horsemen hooves
rhythm 32nd note beats

thank god we've uprooted the rest of these silken ties, they were blowing like
flies in the wind here in the clouds of my mind
now it's all anchors up for us:
i've seen the news picked out another imagined self
freshly fried and frozen for the microwave crowd
packed like sardines for breathing room and bragging rights
chasing after the inevitable growing pains
that come with life and love and madness

washed out blues come
easy with age
no more
pretending anything, or
wallowing and searching
for pity and purposes
once missed over,
once felt lost
now paid no mind
by hidden eyes or
all old comrades, come and gone