History in a breath on the stage.
The graveyard is LA. Just down the street.
Words written in blood.
God save us from the ones that we are.
Words are stolen. Tears are a flood.
Words written in blood.
Parthicus is a child. He is a window
to the yard. The grass is sharpness.
Kentucky’s fineness. Parthicus is a child.
Sometimes he rants and raves.
The oceans are above us.
And no one knows His name.
Reasons to listen. Cartesian Graph.
The music moves me to laugh.
Cry child cry. You’re beginning to laugh.
Take me to the dance.
September 