Wednesday, February 24, 2010

pig n a poke

in the middle of the night
i hear voices in the fog
recite
at my expense
a polyphonic curse
a legion of echoes
i try to block them out
but they pull me this way
and they pull me that
down the river
they pull me in
they pull me out
they pull me this way
and all around
and all along
i was searching for
nothing in particular
and all along
i was looking for
a sign i could ignore
something to bring this
yeah, come rushing back
something to bring it
all back home
to no end
to no avail
i was all alone
and king of it all
i was all alone
and king of it all

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