August 24, 2009

The Hippie

Great balls of fire
Great balls of lead
Secret desire
Burning in red

A cigarette is lit
A cigarette is flicked
Hope becomes ashes
As another is picked

Covered in warmth
Covered in straw
Ice under the crust
Hatred is raw

Dark is the corner
Dark is the hole
The hippie in the limo
He lightens my soul