None have ever won
Rusting swords still rattle
Bring you bullets, join the fun
Lawyers,
blood, and money
Fill this
paper lovers dreams
Swim through
mud to find themIn a dying magazine
On a hill far
away
From a room
yesterdayOut of space
Out of time
Out of money
Out of mind
Be the veil,
be the bride
With a word
we divideOut of money
Out of time
We’re out of space
Never mind
Someone
bring the wine this time
The water
never lastWrapped in secret smoke we climb
The mountains of the past
Mother
television can you
Tell me what
to knowTape my eyes wide open
I don’t want to miss the show
Take my hand
and love me
Can you tell
me where to goI’m afraid I’m ordinary
Temporary, I don’t know
Tony
Whitford © 5/20/2015