of course, how can it be?
when there’s a
passing. a silent thunder inside a trembling heart, dream like questions
going back in time where it all began, a couple of regrets
waltzing over a sullen tune;
and then there’s the money
or the lack of it, freeloaders, neighbors healthy dose
of yin yang stories, tradition as a bitch, medicated grief, sex
masquerading as love under pressure, long nights
dreaming in shadows,
voices, verses deranged
a leg up
for big old hope.
always someone mentions God
on this pictures,