reading TimeOut New York
Feeling a little like a dork...
a lot like a jerk...
Not really like doing work.
Who knows what's coming...
The Apocalypse.
There can't be runnin'
From the massive solar eclipse.
The voice of the Ageless
Will boom from above.
Can't save your pennies
Can't hoard your love.
All questions
All answers
Will meet and turn mute.
The Garden of Eden
the serpent
the loot,
the bright golden statues
the pyramid tombs
will crumble like Kinder eggs
under some lucky kid's thumb.

The Buddha smiling gently
From his cloudy throne,
Extending his heart in friendship
And you'll never feel alone.
Never feel removed from Us,
Never by yourself...
Free from greed, desire and lust
Resorts and casinos turn to dust,
Don't think u'll be happy cuz
Never taste the lips
Of another's applause.
Never hear the whisper
Your lover at your ear.
Never feel the crispness
Of the clear September air.

What'll you do then?
Where will you go?
With all roads travelled,
Nothing above or below.

Steal all you can now
Beg, borrow, bribe.
Be all you can now,
Out here and inside.
Smack every ass hard,
And bite every ear
Beat the shit out of your own drum
So that everyone can hear.