Thursday, January 1, 2009

Goldegate Bridge

I’m up so high
What’s keeping me from falling?
Sanity, no
Nothing, probably

All the world looks at me like a play set
Hot wheels, no
Matchbox, probably

I could end it
Couldn’t I?
Yes definitely

Monday, December 29, 2008

Xeric

The melodies invade my psyche, trying to psyche me out of my pseudo ascension; assigning me to resign as head of this mind of mine, ruining the moment. This is how you wanted it. Rather I worshiped your phallic monument than giving me anything… evening brought his ending.