Thursday, October 9, 2014

Ode to Twin Peaks - A Poem



Now it’s dark. Bob is lurking and the owls aren’t what they seem. There is one chance out between two worlds, Fire Walk With Me.

It’s a great mystery wrapped in plastic; a time for believers to do their dance. The night is pressing in on her, Fire Walk With Me.

A great mind is on the way, holding the key to revelation; Cooper. A path is formed by laying one stone at a time, Fire Walk With Me.

They lived among the shadows, fear and love open the doors, Fire Walk With Me.

Don’t take the ring, don’t make me do this. The good Dale is trapped in the lodge, Fire Walk With Me.

The arm was tattooed, but the face of God forced purification. The Sycamore trees mark the spot, Fire Walk With Me.

Trapped for 25 years. Music is always in the air and that gum you like is going to come back in style. The Black Lodge is waiting for you, Fire Walk With Me.





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