Speed lab, speed lab. On the edge of an artichoke farm. We work through harm. Tweaked and well paid. . We forgave what the chemicals did. To our hands, lungs and face.
Run with me. We'll ride over the great cliffs. Into the sea. We won't saddle up again. We won't run the track again. No more shots or medicine. . Run with me.
Dad, where are you going to?. Dont walk away so fast. Talk to your little boy. Or else I will be lost. . The night was dark. And his dad wasnt there. The kid he was wet with rain.
Little fly, your summers play. My thoughtless hand. Has brushed away. And ended your day. . Am I not a fly like you?. Are you not a man like me?. Oh, I dance and drink and sing.
I was born in a summer storm. Grass was cold but the sky was warm. They lay me down in the mossy fields. Where the crows kill with tender speed. . Sun burned off the lonely clouds.
Teeny tiny little teens. Keep pouring out of my machine. I just typed a word. And I just pressed return. . Someone makes this easy. Someone makes this inevitable.