the fade we all know
quiet them down
easier said
let the sweat dry
before you think
give them a prompt
or they won't know
how to look?
the rocks
the volcano
the fade we all know
this seems like a road
that is about to dissapear
into the trash heap
find some romance
valentine hubcaps rusting near the furnace
too much metal in all of this
half whistled notes
discarded footprints
hats lost their heads
the crane picks up relics
for the crush
find a hand among this
I once lead a parade in that car
can you tell me what the scrap is worth?
did I think to escape
the cold of the magnet?
with a pharmacist's keys
lead noble retreats
one last beast of glory?
something to tell about
when you no longer chase it?
maybe it died in your throat
choking on tombstone schematics
the wheelchair of cold analysis
maybe a scalpel was not the answer
cast away all provisions
the semblance of a thread
the shadow from a ring unworn
one perfectly manicured nail
tapping slightly out of time
turn it to something
that warms the slow breath
down through your body
descend to the place
that means more than sense
don't explain it away
maybe you tried
to hold every part of it
maybe that's why
it cracked in the end