HOW BIZZARE --HOW BIZARRE
crazy little stars leaving
Celtic in pagan sacrifice
red the tears collected
wash away in a salty brine
rinse the rainbows twice
im wondering with a star
we are looking for the place in the dark
frozen places
iron and stone
littered faces all alone
starving amongst tinsel chains
we wonder me
the star again
the women writing
on a whitewashed call
I love him
I love her
I love all
a crowd in gathering shout
throwing the sharp word
throwing her out
im wondering looking for the lost
me this star
caught before any music calls
silence slits the
the throat of velvet dawns
Pass
the valley of limbless fools
drooling caution as a promised rule
golden Mondays chase so many
weeks away
lovers caress on edges
fresh yellow corn flys in
a threatened breeze
already she departs
voiceless screaming trees
march in legends
written by a flow
me and this star
we wonder
looking for the places darkness falls
I stop on a steady gravel rage
scuffing the stretch
i draw another line
the star turns
smiles
and leaves
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