Running in the chemical rain

Goddess in a wicked house
an open door beside the table
she is remembering still those rivers in her dream
but there is smoke in the dark corner of the room,
four children with flowers in their hair
were beaten underneath their beds
he took a bite of the little souls
teeth marks on their innocent cheeks
closed eyes in the temple,
the cowards are praying
on the front row
proclaiming the dust from an old book
and don't give a fuck
another day another dollar
living dead
keep talking about love
the earth stood still again
and the golden sun
stopped shining
against her blissful silence inside
she was lost
in a blue stone.

The soft breeze
was forgotten
the garden
was rotting
for all to see
in our sad
cultivated oblivion.

I shot the mule
in the cold morning
naked on my knees
I’m staring in her anxious heart
the ground turned red
and I started to run
in the back streets
of this lost town
in the chemical cold rain.
rob2007