nobody will sit

inner torments of
oversleep
in the bright cold air
of Algol's double planet

we have built roads there
for the floating cars
with glass domed roofs
that will come

just as soon as we beat
this debilitating disease
and after we conquer
the southern insurgency

let you steal my secrets, let me paint the picture of what they can

(via wood_s lot)

days of dread in flower
feet cold in sandals
hated figures appear in the news
gallows humor doesn't always work

turn the bread to look for mold
before there's any light
happy if nothing reminds you
happy if you haven't lost more

that was a luxury
this is a luxury
O let it all go

as you shuffle with the others
feet cold in sandals

Will we remain a respected and welcome people in the territory or will we be booted back to our desperate planet?

sadly eyes
don't delve

won't tell you
what you will have

wanted to know

Don t listen to this melody while

song of the many broken roads
celebrate celebrate

arroyo of lawyers
shell among shells

bloodstained cell on the floorboards
faded turquoise

in this cataract
not to think of it

broken runway
the water shines as of old

arroyo of low years
you cross & climb back out

quizzical no more
my beautiful little dolls

my shadow shifted
the way is prepared