prelude to a schematic of a broken machine

"prelude to a schematic of a broken machine"

the satellites are falling
in orbits dropping
like sunsets and daydreams

a cradle will rock
on aluminum junctions
built by machines of love and fear

the terrible past is beneath
where lovers crawl
and secrets tell all

a simple factory of thought
went out of business
for want of employment

the fall was beautiful
yesterday i saw flowers
but i didn't smell a thing

the TV sold me a home
somewhere in reality
just the way i paint it

here comes the machine
here comes the dawn
God must be pissed off.

March 25, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004