Jul 19, 2009 02:46
as the days wane and sediment continues to clog the damn
and our turbines rust in stale checkmate tomorrows
there will always be you
between the northeastern trees in black wife-beaters and dark eyes
and below sea-level in the burning place where the Kerouac-cat croaked
there will always be you
when today's diamond settles down to sleep with tonight's coal
and after the blades of green stretch feebly towards the dawn
there will always be you
after i am washed in dust and clutching couldabeen close to my chest
stumbling on a road that knows no lonelier traveler than a thief in the night
there will always be you
when love is taken and not given, when truth is told but not committed
and when passion dimly lights the doorstep of a stranger's front door
there will always be you
surrounded by the lifeless flat crystal remainent of prehistoric seas
and buried beneath the metropolitan tar of eons, beneath bones, beneath hair
there will always be you
there will always be you