Massing to the Left of Me

[meccahi]

Thank the Gods for Red Wine.. and the ability to sleep and wander in deeper and deeper where you can't go but strangely where you still are..

I think
Ancestors linger in street lamps
and wink hello
to their kindred below
in their whipping cars
breathing in the carcinogens
to become ancestors in turn
and turning is what we do well
and burning is what we sell
to the devils like you
and it's the same like before
and it's the same like before
while you're never knowing
when the show stops.
when the ball drops.
when it's time to go.