Monday, April 04, 2005

soul plane

I see you
on the taxi
watching the fog cloud up your window
tired dark violet skinnails scribbling on the surface
eyes betraying the contemptous smile
I think you see me too

stopping on the streetnext to you
adjusting pieces of me
brown upside down vision
caustic lips moving to the rythym of the acid rain
sliding down onto the sidewalk
fingers twisting to a desperate piano

we drive all nightto get to here
walk into minds climb the walls of space & times
cale laterally slip smooth
whisper into dreams
the circles & circles & circles go on
never stop spinning

me & you in the reflecting pool
simple.clean.joy
skinned.deseeded
raw