Patience my son
Rome wasn't
destroyed
in one day

The truth
lies
in the mouth
of a politician

If not for nothing
there wouldn't
be anything

The clouds
are covering
up for the
sunshine

piers , numbers , lights
C train soundtracks
disco biscuits
just trying to stay alive
just trying to revive

Here comes the rain
Here comes the pain
Here comes the slo motion catastrophe
that limps , lames , stains the woodwork
of the floor
. . . no more .

The dißtance between two lines is pointless .

Past - tap as Pat sat STP (a sap) at Apt's PT