
left without knowing
they couldn’t go home again
some doors should stay closed
left without knowing
they couldn’t go home again
some doors should stay closed
Juana guards the church
while the world is black and white
ghosts hang in her trees
left behind for you
past lives on the killing floor
faded, forgotten
discarded in time
weeds grow on the mother road
a soliloquy
battle if you wish
inevitability
the waves always win