I was running across the casino out into the sun(All distance is made of thinking)
At the end of an iconic tunnel came the un-errands: leave the politics behind
Move to a different kind of priority
Without hope and without despair
Why is there a television
In the living room
Right where we are living
Covering our eyes during fight scenes and love scenes
I'm tired of guessing the winner, all these deadbeats and few subliminal heroes
This church is not affiliated with the one on the corner
We haven't been baptized right
They say, the mudslide is coming
That the house might fall among invisible rivals
Am I the only one celebrating
looting apples and plastic Cleopatra dolls from the supermarket
Painting them dark and low hues from dilettante to taboo
Finding my thrill is nobody
That was costume gravity
But it lifted me up
I'm home, again
I won a bunch of money from beautiful old men
To spend it all back to them
