Wednesday, April 13, 2011

rockets 7

my world had grass and trees
and now it's sewered meat
my world was warm and dry
and blue eye green sky sweey
my world was sure of shit
and was the careful trip
my world is on it's knees
and careful that bagging boy

   thre worlds crash tomorrow
   in stunning electric seas so far
   and black
       rockets 7 to mars

new world is brimming with hope
and possibilities wrapped in
warm dough
and skyrides through the sand so red
old world is sliding and dead
new world trying to cope
and old world pulling the rope
and knees wearing scratches may
be old world blown us away

(lyrics scribbled on an old movie poster 4/5-98)

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