When hades often remembers sensitive encryptions.
The talkies wont pacify thebes angry songs
They Sin in back row love ins to 1970’s gore
restless feet restless eyes.
For ever one of me there are ten like you.
We all can sit in empty rooms arguing over
what we did and didn’t say
which race is next anyway.
Street cars on the raceways
safe travels don’t unravel those knitted bows
they rang a Bella
and the time travel disappeared.
All looking for place under palms
if you spent less time wondering
where this drawing was set
you could of seen the world
When you turn off your set.
Tired eyes hide behind those old exhausts
stacked up in a junk yard ride.