There were those memories
Bleak
Shivering
Naked

Two pair
Together to
Take the
Whole game

We slept
Until noon

Rolled over
Onto
Each other

Said our "hello's"
Then
Our "goodbyes"

There was something
More in those jaded & cursed
Lips that seemed
More appealing the night before

Terrible
How the morning
Illuminates all those
Mistakes

Terrible
How vertigo strikes
Even when I'm
Sitting peacefully

Typing away
Into a florescent whiteness &
A black
Black

Shredded Czech night

I see how the greats
Must have gone mad

I see that I will never
Get done searching

That the mad
Know

Nothing ever
Ends

The wheat fields
With all
Their magic gold

Will grow
Until
The mutants burn
Every stalk
Down

The river will trickle
Until the thieves
Of this world
**** it dry

Down to
Every rock

Down to
Bare
Rubble

No end

No period

No finale

Only the
Beginning

Only the start
Of the end

If we will It