With Forgetting And Re-Forgetting

Rounding the corner,

this stiff new jacket holds me upwards

and the sun cuts through on a clear winter afternoon.

What a rush to deny it all.

We've got the revolution

in every size, shape, and color that you could want.

Fist rules the flesh,

inside the breast lies you rmaster,

the god,

feeding you the sweet addiction,

a dormant tranquilizer of restriction.



And every time I feel the buzz,

the packet stares back at me empty.

The surface feels rough,

the stitching double strength,

slightly oversized for the stylers length.

Melody found in their tremolo voices,

mesmerized by their solid voices.

When in the night the purpose should rise,

the money is spent on delicious supplies.



The line has been set, Production begins.

The t-shirts alive and now they can...

Graphic violence and patented stereotypes

brought to you with a fever and pure delight.

The Monument built,

the temperature rises high.

Roking and climbing up for another try.

It's what you believe (who you can deceive).

Ugly and plain like a curse,

Defense could not be any worse.



In winter when I saw you,

the age apparent in your eyes,

You didn't know me anymore.