Brake Change

Rotors spinning Desentigration Gods kingdom Deceptive revelation Lies built - unto the throne Living without guilt Dying all alone. Callaper grinds Whatever she finds Like god throwing stones Brakes are broke No chance to show Vehicle now disabled Watching us go. ~END~ February 22nd, 2008 explanation: this is dedicated to my sharp bud Christopher T. we hung out all day and tried to change the brakes on his van. Inspiration hit me with 3 short poems I'm posting. It was a good day and I had a lot more fun then anyone else. Including you ::points out of screen:: what did you do that day? Didn't hang with us, well, that's too bad. sorry, charlie!