they call 'em rogues

in the somewhere
between my eyes,
lie lots of lies,
wrapped in the mystery of
where did i go?

sandy shores
left to the martyrs to
bury themselves,
parapets flooding with
cigarettes and booze and the like.
i'd drown if i set foot
on that land.

or
broken lands,
a burning strip of sunset
below the confederations lines,
where movie stars walk
with their eyes behind their minds.
i live in bombed-out huts,
stuck in ruts
'til the bureau forces me alive.

where did i go?
among stars and the moon
i've lost me too soon for goodnight.