Paul! Lang

Dreaming in the Early Afternoon

I believe in dreams of dust, ashes and scar tissueRub the bases of napalm blossoms to fetch their market price

Set the base on fireSet the party on fire

Legion is the name of tranquil sins committed over a safe connectionFor truth is truth, and the end is reckoning

Young man of the earth, tell me how long the chain of your Bones spans out before reaching Adam

I know how to lose a following by walking with blasphemers So I will leave this shanty town,

I will wake up in the morning of the morning, when the dew is still warm rainI will light incense and pray the names of the saints

I will pull the weeds in my garden and press them in a paper book

I believe in dreams of dust, ashes and scar tissueAnd dreaming in the early afternoon, when my thin eyelids see flame and not sunlight