there will come a day
when all colors fade to grey
and an old lady will put those pies in her window.
skies will part
while whole mountains dissintegrate.
our hearts will pant as we consider
just what it will take to prolong this facination
shameless in our sympathies
in bringing a savior to his knees
and watch on
as his angels cower in thee corner.
and simple in our insecurities
in giving the gift ov disease
and dodge all thee limbs flailing
flying all about thee streets disecting thee yellow
yellow sodium lights
and our intentions sweet