Terrific doped evening with swinging lies, lighted up as a carnival carousel. Dreams strutting through the night as well is the tar in my veins. The noise from her bright lies trumpets an offbeat, flat and rough, percussion, beating in my brain, sending pressure through and through, but no crack to escape from, bouncing.
I never miss a note of it. 'Till on and on it fell unspun, away the haunting bright lights of lies, away trumpets and beating presssurized percussion, off with it all, black and still and stale now, almost dusty. My tarred veins once heated, now run cool, then so my whole carcass runs cool too.
I spoke not one word from my lips. Yet my aching brain did encourage such chit-chat with her to solve my twirl. "Couldn't the magic in my head your head figure how to bring back some light, and even to turn it to a true tale of a pipe dream, to bring it back to the then and living..". pleaded my head..
Spinning in my head while the world so straight, away through the cracks in the walls leaves the girl that brought lighted lies to me. No real key to unlock a terrifiic evening's doom brought about from an awful lot of Pipe Dreaming with not a secure rock one to rest on.
Just as well my cold flesh grew curled and hot hurls of nausia came about. I tumbled down into a cory of wet cement to dang and bang my spinning head, which thudded out of the hear and now, forever in the prison of nothingness. mrd. 9-10-06
