Trample on the Red Flag Good morning freedom Welcome to this life How does it fell to be walking On the edge of a knife? And the pious with false pride
Technology I took an electronic book reader On to the beach I dropped it in the sand Oddly enough as I was reading Michael Palin’s Sahara The reader no longer works
Dark Star The self imploding stature Of unnecessary rage Will only present itself at night Meaning most of us won’t see it Until after the smoke Amongst the foreign bodies
All at sea. The cockroaches nest in my head As the snakes lose their charm I can’t remember what’s been said And I saw nothing in my palm Upstream fights my mood