Prisoner of crescent sun.

We’re all Prisoners of the crescent sun 

Borrowed words and a continent undone 

By the temperamental moon we hide 

With our eyes closed we searched for 

The cars we parked in cold light day.

Maybe they will take you more serious 

if towed back to the city with asphalt stars.


if I were to make a statue of you 

i would cast you in leaf with the worlds 

returned gold spared its blushes 

to make a bull trade card board 



We lost the keys watching the weather 

feathers await amongst boxed dreams

stretching from watermill to hills

Daubed in green clouds.