the fire crackers have been going off for days.
pale shocks into the night, bright light's dance
only for a moment along my bedrooms walls,
and off my bare bones. like hot sticky messages
from the sky they screech along, spewing smoke
dispensing sound. our heartless street is alive
tonight, with the sounds of war! you must come
back baby, to reseda. they found love to shoot
through the night, at the stars, to the moon.
we do our best to shout it "this, is to say
hell yes I still believe ! hell yes I do!"