Thursday, May 04, 2006

... on the third day... he rose again...




After days... of working full time and stopped being a rockstar...

On the third day...
The rockstar rose and walked back the steps of rock and roll greatness...
Touched an old friend..
She screamed with agony and anger...
While I strung her rib cages...
The howling box crackled...
The sweat flowed ...
While she wept...

Touch my head....
Chest and shoulders...
Gave him thanks and praise for the music...