WHat? I hAvE nO iDeA WhAt HAppeNed
I need this
Three lives away in a bishop's pocket, a little heart-shaped locket...
Her picture was a squint away
From the love that shines as day
Cross legged, prone or on your knees
You aim for nothing, or aim to please
Breathe like a bellows, left and right
Keep your eyes closed til you see the light
Sent the letter hell-bent for leather
Speed grows into a holy tether
Pony express via languaged love
Slave to the starry press above
Deft descent to heaven below
And the word can only grow
From the star she shot to Kings
Electric, now, the song she sings
Skip'd the needle, smok'd the new
It does just what you want it to
Our mothers picture gave it substance
The walls of caves had suffered worse
Mankind leapt from a tree branch stellar
Our monkey world inherits the curse
Adam Chadmon
# posted by Adamji @ 6:13 PM
