Tuesday, May 26, 2015

I recall another time;
Trains, trains always
Always northbound
Looking right at certain
Celestial vicissitudes

Graffito I could never
Hope to write
On walls
I would never touch
Or even ponder

Too much
Too many
Too modern
I pray
You all make it


I've spent my life trying to understand
My own selfish sadness
And egoistic grandstanding

To be honest with you
It makes no sense to anyone
It's insanity, but it's my truth.