this is a fragment of something longer i wasn’t satisfied with

innocent seed

face of alabaster

gave souls to bleed 

a brand new master

addicting speed

go further, faster

myopic greed 

of ticket master

nailed to the door of the Fillmore East

price in advance

and at the door

became the sign of the beast

now success 

is a money gauge

different rhyme

another page

but i still remember

front row

center stage

perfect time

perfect age