Ocean Tone

Apocalyptic Cowboy

I have this feeling
I stopped the end of the world today
what else can I think?
sunshine and doom spelled out in clouds and dreams
apocalyptic cowboy with blonde curls
open the door... glassy eye

shadows sit in reflection
and I have the feeling that I'm moving back in time
or maybe I've missed something
this is the time of conscious movement

if the cowboy dies and no one is there, is it real?
how far into the soil will our own blood sink...
to make room for others?
what is the capacity for hatred... jealousy... misunderstanding
in this chaos?
chaos of world war
chaos of my own fears

Words by Allison Tulloss. ©2000