Sonny Moore
Sadalof
through wooden double doors,
like walking through a time machine
but destination not set back to a date of great significance not time nor place that might spark important controversial
and social discussions at the tip of a thrusting vocalized spit sward
not science nor religion defied
not the place great historians rigorously and brutally debate over
inside text books and universities no
these wooden doors
cracked and sullen, fat from their lonley years of humidity and quiet as the tree they came from
popped the cork of a tragic day
From Letras Mania