it's cold and dark and i am alone.
same as it ever was, indeed.
chirp of crickets, wash of waves
freeze of breeze, stains in vain.
rash of the beauty surround me.
make me want to cry boiling tears.
pour a heaven unto earth within.
feel reactions searing away your fears.
chirp of crickets, wash of waves
freeze of breeze, stains insane.
light of your beauty embrace me.
make me want death only in your arms.
know a heaven made on earth within
love reactions inspire hidden charms.
chirp of crickets, wash of waves
freeze of breeze, stains in flames.
it's warm and light and i am alone.
same as it ever was... indeed?
- 9/6/00, around 2:00 am, at bay 1.
author's note: bay 1, for those who don't know, is the brighton beach end of the coney island boardwalk (around brighton 14th street). it is a major summer hangout spot; every year, my "birthday" party takes place on the beach right by bay 1, and there are always at least 2 other party groups out on the beach. in any case, by 2000, my crowd was no longer hanging there regularly; i went there because i wanted to go to a water spot that was not my typical "down by the belt parkway" spot for a few quiet moments. it was pretty cold and windy that night, but there was a group of people hanging out near where i was sitting.