pilate

• sozlerin tumu soyledir:
  
  talk of circles, and punching out.
  looking in, drawing circles down.
  falling up...the south marking ground.
  talking out of turn...drawing circles down.
  
  like pilate, i have a dog..
  
  walks me out of town. still, one's a crowd.
  making angels in the dirt.
  looking up, looking all around.
  
  like pilate, i have a dog.
  obeys, listens, kisses, loves.
  
  stunned by my own reflection.
  it's looking back, sees me too clearly,
  and i swore i'd never go there again.
  not unlike a friend that politely drags you down...
  you down...
  you down...
  
  like pilate, i have a dog.
  obeys, listens, kisses, loves.