we're like outlaws
nyc punk art rockers
we have our secret places in the city
like the secret spots on our bodies
and secret meanings in our mixes
our love blooms orange and red
flowers and flames,
the happy and sad feelings between songs...
memories form dark twists beneath the surface
of soft spring soil
but everything's ok
it's all as it should be
love and loss
rise and fall
sweetness and light--
the earth is its mountains
and its valleys and its wonderous pits of mineral ore
and its rainbow oil slicks and sparkling factory lights
the searching lighthouse eye
and the ragged company
of metal ships and bombs that scar
all is desire, all is ending, all is beginning
all is love,
big, big love
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