"the rapist"

06/23/03

what the blue pill says today, the red pill denies tomorrow,
and california doesnt know it yet, but im movin' to hollywood.
it's the driving wind, along the rain unnoticed, that make the impression
to turn and see the drops between closed eyes shouting and screaming.

perched high below raised eyebrows of the street-wise mechanics still working,
a cunning mind too good for itself to be speaking out of turn.
clearing ways through the fields for my eyes to see corn rows on either
side of a potato farm.
even buzzards lose feathers flying laps to see
that the space between crime and reality is closer than,
if you think for yourself.

-huey