Literature
107183GOODKNIGHT
107183GOODKNIGHT
nothing ever goes your way.
(a)
your workingtitle fails
and you stopshort of the edge
the drive that's given you so much
is
buriedwith
your own last hopes,
(b)
in the last of the starlight
and the last of the day's end
a paper hand, a vacant lot,
summer breeze. twelve
o'clock - time will tell
time / will
(c)
create our rifts, and
I'll be here waiting, this
voicenight
nothing lasts for-ever this time (so
forget it)
for-ever
(d)
as the spaceship
noses up - one last attempt
before
I'll be here waiting, this
crashlanding
if
(e)
n trails
an effortless screaming deity
not much to go by
turn your
