[khg] hear and now

[empallin]

we could have done better
at making it worse
dancing to the moonlight
in motions angry and terse
sold in a manner the same

still trying to makes sense
of the turn of the century
the tick tick of the tsk tsk
turn it out to burn it out

we could have done so much
with connotation and allusion
drinking madly the spirits
that fill this graveyard of confusion
soul in a manner less sane

still tying down the cents
of another lost decade
the rants of the rents
taking turns at slash and burn

we could have derived
the dreams of the dress
slamming against the wall
made of salty rocks of tears of distress
solid is the taste of sirens

still trying to remember
the night
the day
the taste
the scents
and what it was i needed to tell you