Joined: 23 Nov 2006
|Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 9:37 am Post subject: the city
|suppose a city, yesterday
it was a village I must say
and yet conceal, cause time says naught
it just wants to keep moving on.
dementia hides back in a pub
it will get bold when I grow old
and when I'm told to keep things up
I'll burn this village in return.
(they tell it to the walls
they tell it to the stones
they tell it to the grave:
we're trapped into a rave.)