watch it now and sing the song
watch how everything takes too long
where you go to and where you come from
all the balloons twisted
spun
the present
freedom in the drone
freedom is done
we all got ears
we all got eyes
we all got names and storylines
and we all are running
out
of
time
twelve of fourteen
early morning
charlie says you’re a saint
i say there’s nosuchthing
but he said
wait
he said
see
i waited i did
it didn’t
make me believe
i kept watch out the front door
kneeling on knees
i kept listen the back door
dancing on heels
i forgot how the feeling betrays when it feels
how that feeling becomes what we need
neglected to take my turn up at the bar
i made everyone whisper then went too far
to the east where at least we were making
a scar
but it looked like a smile when it stood where you are
a smile so soft
tau tangled and neat
sometimes morning comes from no sleep
sometimes the night times like crawlers will creep
up out over and into destroying the near
take tangle to tango leave the innocent
in fear
the autopsy was early
they didn’t find anything
the family waited outside for the last ring
coast to coast coverage told of a chronic dispersing
the sand left the sand and the water a wet ring
in my hole
in my heart from peoria
to peking
on a plane in a plane with silver star stud wings
and flush formed fasteners helpless disgusting
invitation to caress my very last bee sting
then big huddie
in the mailbox
stood up began to sing
a sad little song
he called it
goodnight irene
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