Canal Locks


who’s that creepin’

past my windows at a quarter to three

seems like it might be a friend of mine

too many late nights

been so long since i could see


up and down the canal locks

the canal locks up and down


falling whispers

down a labyrinth of dreams

not quite resolved in time

tell me who is dreaming

in the space beyond your eyes



Words by Skeeze Harmon. ©1999



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