meet me at the checkpoint
to
just walk away
in
fumes and all.
they are
holding my hand
through the
streets tonight.
but
leave the past behind
cause it is
siren light.
what if
whatcha doin'
makes me
troubl'd again?
i know
when i want to stop i can
but
acid rain
and
wondering about a white dress
takes me there.
it's just a cigarette
while
walkin' round
then
feet runnin like the wind.
if
a line is hard to make you stay
then
dry up on the beach
and
listen to Beethoven
while
the cracks begin to show.


-from the philosophical **** face