sometimes I am pitted and bare 

like a small bookstore after a fire 

I know I'll find no harbor there 

the stormy waves keep getting higher 


sometimes I am washed of color 

like a drawing on the sidewalk after rain 

and I know the time is right now 

to give birth to words again 


Big Mushroom over the city 

police are running tests 

Little Mushroom 

she was found 

squeezed in with all the rest 


sometimes there is no road 

like the Day of Atonement in a car 

and everything looks different with 

a broken heart 


Big Mushroom over the city 

police are running tests 

Little Mushroom 

she was found 

squeezed in with all the rest 


Sometimes I am numb of anger 

like the Square where memory will wane 

and I try to find comfort in written words 

for this burning pain 


Big Mushroom over the city 

police are running tests 

Little Mushroom 

she was found 

squeezed in with all the rest 



Big Mushroom over the city 

who's to tell the futures course? 

Little Mushroom 

she was found 

far away from the forest.