as smash gordon
flash forward and you'll see the scope of my focus
and you'll feel the testaments of my eclectic
talents that intercede passions
somewhere where the aspens weep
and the streams flow
a place inside of this heat.
a heart so vibrant.
a peek so steep.
we sleep in such close vecentities
I feel the radiation of body heat
confused. mistreated in the way that I seek
such is the turning of leaves
such is the hollow wain of the cemetery
and the countless bottles of whiskey
as we run and
in the streets