Dardanelles
Dominoes Dance
Time once curdled murders much like snow
Falls on the fire that you grow
The soft machine that screams in bloodshot smoke
Dreams of dreaming at your toes
Yesterday is dead
It's all erased
Except for your smile on my face
As mirrors chase you like the flame the smoke
Light's conversation sews a cloke
And dominoes dance like volcanoes spoke
Of yesterday's unhappy ghost
From Letras Mania