Timeless Towns and Haunted Places

(Nutra Stick Productions, 2003)

Constellation Poetry


All the sad people are waiting in line to read their poetry And they’re young, but they’re mad ‘Cause they can’t ride the horse That flies through the night and lets the star-skewed lines sneak through and be free If you connect the dots As they ought to be shown According to the people who named them Struggling to see how the stars made sense Because something Can’t be nothing How could nothing Simply leave us to waste time? But those waiting To read writing I was talking About in the beginning Are still standing in line words and music © 2003 Jeremy Mathews



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