Monday, 14 April 2014


four midnights      
                            in a row in a row  in a row
five hundred chances
the distance               
                      you still have to go to go to go
the bridges 
                   you still have to cross, to cross, to cross
and you're at loss
because it's fading
like a mirage
              your visage
and communication
                               comes hard
harder than hard
but sometimes its
easier smoking
                                     and joking
and choking
                      on a memory
                         a thought unvoiced
tracing patterns
in the void
in the tibetan peace garden
                        beat the lows
all for show
                              but the show got cancelled
so many years ago

move on 
----------------------------------switch continents
there ain't nothing here for you