It’s the Location, Buddy
Be it on the RIng of Fire,
Or the Hurricane Trail,
The slaughterhouses of war
Or the flying nukes path…
It’s the location, buddy…
Negev
Like arid land in summer
My dry heart thirsts for you,
RIding a tide of lust,
I surge and search for you…
What We Have
Just like we have everything,
We could have had nothing.
No natural law prescribes
Hot water in the tub,
Apples in the pantry,
Body cream and lotion.
Farewell, Cassini
I need to be reminded daily
That this exists over there,
Having it own place around our sun,
As we read the “news”, watch TV…
It’s the Location, Buddy
Be it on the RIng of Fire,
Or the Hurricane Trail,
The slaughterhouses of war
Or the flying nukes path…
It’s the location, buddy…
Negev
Like arid land in summer
My dry heart thirsts for you,
RIding a tide of lust,
I surge and search for you…
What We Have
Just like we have everything,
We could have had nothing.
No natural law prescribes
Hot water in the tub,
Apples in the pantry,
Body cream and lotion.
Farewell, Cassini
I need to be reminded daily
That this exists over there,
Having it own place around our sun,
As we read the “news”, watch TV…