Alien Nation

Wed, 04/17/2013 - 19:29 -- Pischke


United States
45° 5' 50.0424" N, 87° 13' 45.6024" W

I get in the way
Of planes and birds flying at me
They forgot
To save the day

And the people scream
And tremble watching their walls
In a fragile state

A solar eclipse
Silence spilling from a sea of lips
The dark is mad
To believe in flying ships

The lights went out
The darkness came
But nobody came
To save the day


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