so much can happen in the course of a lie
the time that it takes to finally decide that the time you had wasted
wasn’t really time
that the feelings you tasted were
parsley sage rosemary rhyme
more is coming
best you can do
is stand in take swings be human be true
i can get my feelings hurt from one hundred yards
just the color of a car
in the shadow of that scar
i’m pretending
since 1979
since boots and breaking lines
since running out of time
when i feel the peak this early in the week
i ought to be looking
i ought to know the trough is coming
why don't i ever see it coming?
having trouble getting my breath back from the room
once we've talked it to death
gurjoat said the people here like to talk
the people here like to talk
i take those words and i throw 'em at you
to compensate for ordinarybluesandbadnews
greatnight too
watched them fly watched them fall
counted seconds didn't hurt at all
and it makes no difference which way you smile
so to be noted been that way for a while
you bought my opinions you handed them in
they were different from then different from when?
are you still alive? can you still breathe?
do you feel the things that you want to feel?
is happiness forced or simply conceived?
do you have enough left to be taking swings?
i wonder where the avarice lives
why it follows me what's left to give
she took every piece that i wanted or missed
she stood stooped bent swept those things off a cliff
last night
frank folger
to his home
slowly tread
found the sutures in their stead
put a bullet to his head
he found the future there
instead
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