Silent fields of forgotten dreams

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