sometimes I am pitted and bare
like a small bookstore after a fire
I know I'll find no harbor there
the stormy waves keep getting higher
sometimes I am washed of color
like a drawing on the sidewalk after rain
and I know the time is right now
to give birth to words again
Big Mushroom over the city
police are running tests
Little Mushroom
she was found
squeezed in with all the rest
sometimes there is no road
like the Day of Atonement in a car
and everything looks different with
a broken heart
Big Mushroom over the city
police are running tests
Little Mushroom
she was found
squeezed in with all the rest
Sometimes I am numb of anger
like the Square where memory will wane
and I try to find comfort in written words
for this burning pain
Big Mushroom over the city
police are running tests
Little Mushroom
she was found
squeezed in with all the rest
Big Mushroom over the city
who's to tell the futures course?
Little Mushroom
she was found
far away from the forest.
