The crescent moon was dialed against
The starry skied tempest, restless
Asking directions from my wrist watch
"hey, hey..."
it whispered in ethereal mists to me
Becaused I traversed paradoxically
In the universe streets of infinity
Zipper in boots and loose change in faded jeans
Jingle like happy fools on lunatical elation
If I breath enough maybe my
Chest cavity will burst out with laughs
So I sniffed some more milky way stars
Or did I light another cigarette from mardi gras
But I think i'll walk on by bit-by-bit
Sometimes life seems to get us down
And I want to stop living in my dream
A dream of ultramarine
"hey, hey..."
it licked some words in my ears
~"Go ahead lay down dead"~
Because I want to pass on by
© 2006 Tetch de la Cruz
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