Flint Heels and Gasoline Streets

Grab the dark side by the waist plant a kiss on its dead black lips sow the light into the darkest soil toss the halo and the horn into the fiery pond of mind when truth makes love to lie set goals-come up just shy intoxicate on the defeat tap dance -flint heeled on gasoline streets breathe in the smoke of the death of hope savor the dew drops of brief victory then collapse