In the howling wind, comes the stinging lead, see them driving nails into the souls on the sea of pain, from the Firefly see the red orange glow, see them Running Scared in the valley below, bullet the blue sky…
Jacob wrestled the Angel and the angel was overcome.
Peeling off those dollar bills $100-$200…. and I can see those fighter planes, across the mud huts secure and sleek.
Through the alleys of The Quiet city streets, a man takes a staircase and opens a door then breathes into a saxophone….outside its America.