Just felt like sharing this..

dunno why.

Inside, The Firing Squad Takes a Cigarette Break

Like skeletal dust crumbs
Stretching across my deserted desert stained
Face (...me and see my glee in thee..)
These blue liquid blues take their sorrowful
Path
Down the familiar road at the realization at what
You (, not I)
Had done.
Like dance breaking side show
Freaks
They twirl about my halo of
Pain, Death, Kill-me-Now-Please's
And then all is understood amongst the
Chaos (whirling, whirling, whirling..)
(dizzy..)
In my cracked lips.
Let's all take a trip, a trip, a trip down in
Mexico
Iguanas, Zombies, tribal dancing men, women and you
CHILD, YOU CHILD, YOU CHILD
Let's all see the sights, drink a few beers and run
Away
From it all, let's all drink ale and run
Away
To Italy, to where the wine is cheap and
Love
Still exists.

ah, good. one of yours?

yeah.. felt like doing something a little abstract..