Saw the great speckled bird of the starlight scene

With her sunglasses on in a magazine

When you’re young you get lost in the temporal things

one morning you wake up and it is gone

A skeleton or shell so void of form

There’s no such thing as shelter from the storm


Though the town you were raised is often that

Just a familiar face on a topograph

Like a broke time machine

You welcome me back

If you love something let it be

At the bottom of the bottomless sea

And I hope you find exactly what you need


We swing, swing low

Cause’ it’s so sweet at the bottom

You’re el castillo

And I’m a serpentine shadow

Like an old Volvo I’ve been replacing the parts in

For a stretch of road, on an eternal spiral

She says to take it slow, as she rolls down the windows

To make the stars explode, with her bright bow and arrows

Just like Tezcatlipoca