The grease fire penetrates the nerves
And the build between begins
Words that cut and fathom existance
Hollow in the grasp of hostility
Evident of palms getting tighter
Knuckle strain, grabbing the wheel of a freight train
Sweep the rug from underneath
Follow the controls and push the buttons
So genius but all indefinite
Hours eyes wide and mouths open silent
No shut case, a mimicing dirge
Chanting a bother and killing time
Create nothing new, stories go stale
It's progress faltered, mind of tathers
This illusion is shattered
Thanks for the hospitality
Mike McVeigh
9-6-02