A dedication to Elliot Smith.....

.....Happy Birthday.

The sound of a strange parallel emanates,
from the basement in the hill.
As the tune of a blackbird lingers
in the collective mind within.

The waltz demands you the soul of an angel,
ignorant of the devils script,
while the heart of tangent beats,
with the candle that flickers in twilight.

Stupidity tries to hold you down,
but your distorted reality shows the way.
As guilt disappears between the bars,
you find some beautiful place to get lost

A fond farewell greets the last hymn,
played to the tune of figure 8.
The virgin in white disappears into that good night,
and your song rises with a New Moon.