blood is frozen i can feel
whats making up
and seeing the washed out
moon on parade;
question the string repetition.

remind me again
what it is that made you.
i'd take it with a fist of tears.
it's all been glued to a funeral
the punched sky and...

can't take a state out of your mind
there's a forest up your ear and a cloud in your eye.

make the effort
to understand
i'm a walking endorsement
for your empty hand.

meditations on an odd time signature.
momentary euphoria...
show me how to smile.