they summoned me
to silver springs
to stand for my crime

but i don't want to go
to silver springs
plenty of my tears
wet the pavement
from here to there

plenty of dreams
have been crushed
like bones
on the way to
silver springs

-

i emptied my wallet
in silver springs
and on the road
i reflected on my misdeeds
my felonies
my misdemeanors
my wrongs

but whatever they are
i didn't expect
to be cast so violently
into this   v o i d

i'm paying. i'm paying.
for whatever i've done,
i'm paying.

dreams are dreams are dreams.
there are no
   silver
springs
just broken, flightless wings
    and all the dead things.