Poultry Stories

I will never know howthis reaches you or whereor even ifThey are only wordssung to the raging fires of duskbecause today was another mysterywe are not permitted to solveWe are only always reachingbecause reaching is only alwayswhat we do when the nightcomes alive in the lightof these tiny cities we call our heartsWhen you finally lie downand peel back the darknessI will give you my dreams -in the silence, under the burnin...

the things we do for the first and last time never knowing rooms we enter or leave, never going back again the people we might have talked to but didn't when we turned corners we never remembered roads we never had a chance to get lost on the lives we didn't live and the lives we lived never knowing the hundred thousand times we were never seen in return lips we kissed in dreams whose eyes we never met in daylight scent o...