Music: Feist - Lonely Lonely - Let it Die
Mood: Conscious
..thinking of the Hurricane aftermath...
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
Mood: Conscious
..thinking of the Hurricane aftermath...
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
i'm going to write some "intense poetry" while i listen to you play the guitar next to me:
fingers without prints
alone in the precinct
guilty as the dry ink
cellmates rape my ass
thank you. i'll be here writing this poignant shit all week.