May 4, 2009

THE REFLECTION OF MYSELF WALKS ALONE ON AN EMPTY SCENE
SHINY FLOORS AND A SUITCASE ON MY HAND
THE ONLY BELONGINGS THAT WIL CARRY ME TROUGH
TAKE A PICTURE AND I AM TIMELESS


MOMENTS LIKE THESE MEAN NOTHING
TASTE LIKE ORDINARY DAYS
WITH NO VISION
NO IMAGERY
NO SEE
IF IT WERE NOT FOR MEANING

NEED THE MEANING
NEED THE TEARS
FREE THIS TROUBLE

SOME DIED, DID YOU NOTICE?
SO DID WE AND ALL OUR ITS
OF THAT HOME
OF BELONGINS
OF A CITY
OF A DREAM
ON AN ASHTRAY THAT I STOLE ONE EVENING
MAKES IT HEAVY, MAKES A SCENE

DO I LIKE WHAT I ASKED FOR
DO I ACTUALLY KNOW

ANOTHER NIGHT
AND ANOTHER GATE

ERASE AND REWIND I CANNOT
MY FUTURE IS ON A BETTER PATH