in
silver goddess,
she rests, her turbos
asleep, but
she lets me escape
till i can find
sleep

this song about dark
Roman wine 'in
our bloodstreams'

'now your eyelids they
faint and they
shiver,

like the wings
of the last bird
to leave'

echoes solemnly

'you laugh as you pass
me the night as if
it's too fragile to hold'

the streetlights cast their orange glow

in the distance

i want to write all these
lyrics down to be them to
be to cry
to wear a jacket
open this car door and

walk







to a basketball hoop
to some place
when
it will make sense