penny stuck to your back
roll over
this makes one cents all together
risky shivers of tongue
inyour ear
what makes you tick

why do i paint these papers red
when does an unpicked scab heal
what will we do when the trumpets play
who will be raining down from the heavens

this night burns slowly
my voice cracks woefully
sending me over the edge of lonely

out of the fog parted by light
us driving over the hill
after the sun had set
no closure