Pilate

Talk of circles, and punching out. Looking in, drawing circles down. Falling up, then south, marking ground. Talking out of turn, drawing circles down. Like Pilate I have a dog. ( ) Walks me out of town. Still one's a crowd. Making angels in the dirt. Looking up, looking all around. Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. ( ) Stunned by my own reflection. It's looking back, sees me too clearly, and I swore I'd never go there again. Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down. You down... ( ) Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. ( ) Like Pilate I have a dog.