You are on page 1of 1

Thirty-five (Bays of Pigs)

Bay of Pigs Seeking days of fire


Shattered their adornments of torments upon the pavement
As they held the Holy soulfully responsible
Looking within, acting without
Such silly human disposition, we can do without

March, March, March

Prance around your colorless dream


Trance in and out, from your Technicolor screens
Can you taste the smell, are you bored as hell
Would you lie in order to let yourself in?
"Yes, but only if I can remember the password again"

May, May, May

Just figure you out, solve the riddle, and let the wine breathe
Color me Zin, If I’d let you win, morose the ordinary
Wipe the dust from the board; clean each piece just as before
Take a chair, create a mirror, and ask it to prepare...

By David Powers
March 28th, 2008

You might also like