Thursday, July 30, 2009

Wicked wish
sound like the soul
songs for the wanted
sounds from the hole

What plants you near
what hits your fear
who knows your name
and what brings you here?

Dust from the road
sun dipped for show
sleepy morning smile
blinding and slow

Keeper for the take
kingdom of the fake
what presses your pedals
and keeps you on the make?

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