MUSIC FOR SALE

Asphalt sunsets
Hurry up and place your bets
Before there's nothing left
We pave over our horizons
Then we marvel at how uncompromising
They've become.




Indeed the monsters are coming
In fact they're here already
And if you want to spot one
Just look in the mirror,
he thought as he gazed into the shattered glass before him. Perhaps they were others, or just maybe he was the last and by default, the first of his kind ...




Searching
Cycle
Circle
Archival
Seeking
Sentient
Sinking
Sentiment




This vagueness plagues me a blank page
It's all I can stare at or star in
The role written for me
The dog bitten it seems
A tired old cliché
Another sour song
That I'm requested to play.




When I was but a teen
I built a coffin
I think of it often

When we saw each other last
Toy soldiers were still green
I'm sorry I came off mean
My past it likes to cling

Only cold in the grave
Perhaps from your perch
You could make me your pet
Maybe we can save
What little we have left



Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude




Such fragility
A whisper in a loud wind
The uncompromising silence
Of never-ending still night
(Still life?)
Then finally the end.



All this death
I simply cannot fathom it
Shackled to my shadow
Like a phantom trying to come to terms
With a life that's slipped beyond it's mortal grip .



Roadside memorials
Smiling like funeral pyres
Death cast me a furtive glance
As i drove by

She's worried I'll be late
For our date
Pick her up at 8
If i stood her up
She'd just die