the world in its saucer
is simple
the world upside
in the right
of wrong

arrived
not home

there is a place I can
and will be comfortable

sometime

instead I hold a cigarette
in the bold stark light
of the parking lot
counting stars

no one means their
business to be so sharp
they cant see it cutting
when they pull all
the anger in

all I can see it the
difficulties and tangle
and inside its just
more of the inane
question

no clean motives
anymore
just the pale
light of diffused
this and that

they can have it all

their worth
and sheilds
their cause to
rebel

somewhere coming
into town is an
answer

I wont let this one
pass without a cause
....