carcinogen waves hit
           this town like a bomb
           (where will madness smile?)
no time left to run, too busy screaming
     after that forgotten highway

to come back for us
                      for them
                      for me

Main St. 4 a.m. desolation many times
              that short walk home
                             on dark pavement
                             under pieces of
streetlight / shards of familiarity

& no conversations
as many eyes sang
dangerously close to my veins

knock down the airwaves & start screaming w/
           your ripened voice under lost bridges,
           forgotten & faded w/ their signatures
on concrete always the same & down the road,
                   always the same..
I've seen the cost of the loss of the crossing
      of benign highways eleven ways to freedom
                     where that freedom is a never ending

series of intermittent yellow lines..
you've begged for peace in such an anti-calm world:
           but the war machine won't listen..

please break out of this glass jar, it's not reality -
it's only reality because they tell you it's real..

I met up w/ a memory, or at least a
peace of it.. & we're both shining
                   & we're both screaming
we walked the alleys & spoke of many
things: of empty buses & pseudo wild nights
          spent under canopies
(didn't matter where exactly..)
I've seen you shining & I've seen you screaming
                                & enemies aren't memories (anymore)

let's put an end to the war on the mind..

warfare of the senses, open a window for

p
e
a
c
e

you crashed through the night like a speed king ready
for the thrill, probably thinking life's too far away

t
o
d
a
y

& still
the forests burn
the cities burn
the voices burn

w/ empathy

& midnight came
& we ran toward each other on
such snowy, hometown December streets
lights hanging from roofs because it was the season
(after all..)

two years worth of conversations exploded..
your stories of glories & defeats, of good times
wild times, bad times, crazy times w/ him,
w/ them, w/ yourself.. I'll always want to hear them..

come back soon though
come back & laugh before that same midnight,
w/ those same colours dancing on the edge of
those same roofs

comes back

a thousand voices speak
& a thousand more scream

my mind echoes thoughts like in distant caverns
you've read about secretly in the far corner of
abandoned rooms still stained w/ remnants
of webs invading

windows where you can still see the cracks
(they spread like fragile veins)

pieces of sunlight still pierce through
& suddenly, there's a rainbow on your floor

I silenced two thousand voices today

"remember to bring some flowers.."
& rage through your descent toward peace
while beating your own glass wings,
they will surely break anything close to

ignorance - & don't forget to knock down those locked doors,
to collapse in front of those ***** steps
too much
too often
too many..

(& sing..)
the same will be said for your screaming
keep stirring those echoes always past
midnight

that's when these streetlights will open their arms
& show you kindness..