Zoltar Speaks

Panicked nightmare dreaming
Rushing over the canal bridges of Venice
The Ferris wheel waits
Sleeping and dead still
It's been such a long time coming

I grabbed my hat
And crushed a penny
An unfortunate fortune
Was spat into the palm of my hand

A red rented bike
I pedaled so fast
Past film crews and bums
To the sand-strewn ruins
Of a modern relic