this alleyway sleeps in the wake of the street
borderline melancholy but a source for escape
stampeding and marching an uneven beat so random
so complex you could almost count the hours
disappear in the pain of thick smoke in my throat
this page of uniform division holds what i wrote
to the minute to the derision of of every hope and dream
of what i've said there's little to quote
if i knew the rain fell the same for you
could we be friends rather than me me and you youknowwho
silent on the wall with brick serpent line
i held you for you held me in yr streets and yr cars
