Tuesday, May 18, 2010
You must become a killer
you better deal and welcome pain
you have to run with your instincts
until you've disabled your brain.
You may have to take your chances
even sleep in the road
yes they drive without their headlights
and they only swerve for toads.
They say the city is full of mongrels
too mangy for a home
but they lick my wounds and protect me
from starvation and the cold.
I hope you will stay lovely
stay lovely on the road
I hope you will drop bread crumbs
that you may someday follow home.