February 2012
7 posts
shakin’ her head to the rythym of
time
lookin’ on back at the days gone
by
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on
she is steppin’ so slow like thick red
blood
beatin’ thick in the veins of a man-made
fraud
we swam with statues
(it was the first dream in awhile
that I truly enjoyed)
من نمی توانم صبر جدایی به دیدن من عاشق ایران.
(old) rabbit holes are a bloody mess
i don’t need yellow warning signs
i need a straight jacket
in this weather, whether
‘fraid or frayed
i got scents sense cents
in the Dei in the day