Forgetting Direction

I built towers into steeples

Mantels into evil

Believers into people

Auditoriums are now alters

I don’t falter

I halt and salute the caller

Calling me closer

Rent taxi cabs to get to music venues

But the music isn’t playing

So it’s a quiet alter for reflection

Spray paint messages on the seats of the masses

Now they’ve got gray paint plastered on their asses

Walking billboard bastards

Faceless statues

And backless baffoon

Bent backwards babboon

See my stars

Crown king the endless

Suns of Neptune

Take your throne

Next to the moon

Change our waters

Stir the monsoon



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