Old Friends

Life outside lines

Crumbling overgrown everything

Sunset eyes

Hold out, hold in

Luxury memory vanishing

Mulberry smile

Down in the pipes

Holes in my soles and my storyline

What I have left

What have I left

Sight for sore eyes

Grayer and cratered and still the same

Here we are

Old friends holding hands at the end

No sound only mute destruction

And then every answer questioned

Still hearts under snow falling

New ruts old dirt

Common and ugly and functional

Only option

Dead wood burns bright

Stories and bottles and firelight

"Your attention, please"

Old friends holding hands at the end

No sound only mute destruction

And then every answer questioned

Still hearts under snow falling

Old friends

No sound

And then every answer questioned

Still hearts under snow falling