is there anything left?
is this our excuse?
another fad just came and went
and I didn't even catch its name
keep it steady
don't hang on
jello biafra seems fine
exemplifying mediocrity
fading into obscurity
resting in the shade
me, I want to hold on
I can still remember
the smell
the taste
the feel
the sounds
the music
the laughter
the snow
where have we drifted
some long distant space
muted and rustic
weightless and impotent.
into a tomb of refuge
with echos of liberty
ringing in our ears
