(w/ 2 Matts and a Bailey)

Crossing over mad, 

age over ice

ignoring makes sad

the slice of life

the wayward drifting of leather

over oceans of asphalt

constantly striving for better

to a place that never has fault

the one and the two 

the edge of your kiss

the ledge what was provided

said you are young here it is

here is your life, an infinity of choice

that begs you to choose, yet will pleads be 

jagged. be broked on 

that precipice, half dangling

I choose what changes into songs that hurt

so they will be gone by the time they are better

and become the ballads of changing

they never intended to be

to be anything invokes the pain of division

my cells sing of oneness as our bodies are broken

Longing to lie along you, ignoring time and space

minute hand spirals while menut arms embrace

indifferent a las horas spent basking in your aura

and what drives me out 

of that presence wails

IS THAT THE END? 

IS THAT IT? 

weary, elastic breast of mine is clicking tighter

with every second hesitated

the saving made tighter by one flow

toward the heavy lung I want to land on

   Is that the end 

   Did Ulysses return home

   Can you see any other way
      but the cork of the pap

      of what was a miracle of ever open

         the new single of a New You

         the forced result of a masterpiece
a missing piece
10,000 miles away from me

for I am a coward, and I am a fool

I left you shattered, an orphan in Istanbul

Fragments of an opal, scattered in Constantinople
The light remains focal, and still I stay hopeful

that some comet will dust its majesty

upon the silver line

    between our deities and 

we will know god like

tin cans

and remember the can as only you and the 

electric drums if I could choose

it'd be the only move enough to 

keep moving, never cease

a rampant, ragged rain-soaked release
I'm the stain on the stocking (stalking)
of this stark white savage civilization 

for the name of a sorry creation.

And here comes the omen

And here comes the omen

  of what I wanted to believe in

And here comes the omen 

  of where I am 

And here comes the