i hear them coming
here starts the big parade
horses pounding the ground
rythmic beats from the center
it blooms red
next the drums the magnificant drums
a pitter patter of noise
tin roof noise
falling from the sky like
pain
out of sheer love for falling
i am lying on a bed of springs
in the wide open
its coming
light
light fills up the empty glass
and burns red hot through my vains.