16 September 2008

maybe it was utah

We gave up the cover
Of mud and anonymity
Rebirth into the ether
Maybe it was wrong

We took our soles off
Hung them on the radiator
Stole a few eukaryotes
Maybe that was rash

We left the brooding solace
Breathed the nitrous solution
Blocked our mouths with nylon
Maybe times were hard

We crashed and were rebuilt
Egos dead in the desert
Simple things we couldn't grasp
Maybe it was Utah

1 comment:

Ammie said...

4 stars, Mr. LAS. Loving this one, as well as "a memorial"

xxxxx from Oaktown!