Tuesday, February 2, 2010

maybe something

ruddy man temple


clean slate baby

father's gone and died

i'm gonna build you a place

we're gonna grow inside


we'll journey to the white city

in 1885

rubble only charmed the sky

after kitty caught my eye


until the ceilings ceased to climb

and i was no longer satisfied

with boxes and boxes and boxes

in the prairieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


missionary baby

we're gonna end the time

i'm tellin you, this space

golden greens and modern minds

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