Patch ceremony for the dead
and scattered flies
and coffee
Busted, roped, and bound
the dent yielded to steel
Raindrop tears
ripped the freeway glass
and the cars rumbled past
yearning for cigarettes and wine
A lonely and lovely old night stand
in the corner
by your innocent madness
Building corner shadows to the sun
voices in movement
violence hiding on his shirt
and his smile
A master of compression
he breathed
and controlled the icicle fire
Trees going down
on his red box
of barking desperation
There is no point
no center to hold onto
the cat likes beer
and is just sitting there crying
Crested roll of my cast dice
scattered
across fields of rain
and apples and tigers
The dreams are never lost
just dry
and waiting to be watered
I hear its all on line now
everyone is watching
so hear, boss
this ones for you
Crass application
for the pointless metronome
of my life
all of these sounds
are but the silent truth
of the stars
Patch ceremony for the dead
silent fields of forgotten dreams
bread of dust and the dirt of gold
I am the heart I was looking for
I am the one I was waiting for
Blow out the temple
no one's coming home
