Finding the pen to
write with we lost
the paper to write on then
our thoughts were lost
we stood at failure’s end
with sunset sinking into
the distance
very noticeably we were on
our own no jagger or
dylan emphasizing our
it rained     rain is so
very unpleasant while
clothed (but when naked
so soothing)
This incoming laughter
could be crying
it could be ours or yours
but if all eyes are pointed
toward the land of deception
toward the land of truth
all that counts is that all eyes are pointed