14
they think he wrote the bible
he knows that he didn’t
14 3/5
as massive as it was temporary across the line we strode with a ‘you don’t know what to do’ mixed with a ‘quit looking for the truth’ brand new regret for things we haven’t done yet familiar this revisit every five years or so the new one hits the limit with things she doesn’t know it is lonely on the limb but we can make it in make it up fill the cup what you wanted was enough to you wanted sing to say at the end of every day lullaby off its white stained your teeth stole your might looked so careful when it’s light contribution fed contrite left all extremities alone the last lonely winter got all up in your bones can spoil a trip to athens it can spoil belief in god the pitch correction software isn’t anything we want but tell me which one was born and which one invented the truth gets torn long before it’s implemented it isn’t very different than the last part of the dreaming where what is in the room mixes all up with the sleeping we get to think about the things that do not go together like ‘grace’ and ‘the truth’ like ‘us’ and ‘forever’ don’t move your mouth to say anything just let it begin to happen so typically sterile incredibly sad so 'hundred year stare' across the futile sound everything i learned about the ground was learned on the way down
15
tired at twenty two didn’t know what to do all the bad luck the bad luck just fell on you broke away enough to disengage but still didn’t know what to say or how to play half of the problems how you could solve them you were out among them phone call forgeries photo opportunities the last of your felonies was stealing the mercury taking it far from the city what’s wrong with you we both know what you can and can’t do you’re so far from the city and now further from pretty it’s the truth it’s the truth it’s the truth all the desperate inclinations and your modest degradations working for money is hard ain’t it honey never a moment to lose but one day you will have to choose how soon is ‘soon enough’ that’s when you scream ‘bluff’ stand for you sisters and all of the misters the eloquent ways of mistrust
15 2/3
the light was heavy and barely filled the room the bushy blonde haired singer was killing country tunes what in the world am i doing wisconsin in june where are you where are you
16
morisot monet manet whachusay degas heartell ponce de leon road to hell
17
this isn’t how the story begins it’s not a western it’s a southern these people became family stories always stories eyeth arth earth family unit receptive expressive ten twenty three tuesday neat
18
went to see that dead man sing four or five times in less than twenty four months he was the same kind of asshole that you aspire to be keep listening keep listening
18 1/4
left miraphone bassoon for body lock deliver one clarinet back to lack to clouse the house fishing haze
20
i want to take it back change my choice want to say ‘of course it’s good’ not ‘i don’t like the sound of his voice’ kathy record revolution remember one time in nashville remember what you said that even if it’s a while and it has been a while even then you’d remember me to pick it up on the later that’s what you liked about me the later by then we had common nothing you were ohio but more so i was toronto but only at night sorry about atlanta new years it was what you asked for proud to deliver didn’t know it would mark you hurt you didn’t know you were kidding and think about easter why you just couldn’t something they taught you in that school cathoholic guilt ten years or an even dozen haven’t seen you haven’t seen your brother wonder if you heard the charlotte call the invitation the sublimation registration to see what the noise was the sound i make the sound i made it was the best part of the day thought of you passing ashtabula were you here what were you doing you love the line you love the song used to smile get me to sing along and the time you tried to kill me with rum orange juice and iran contra we laughed in the face of the devil himself couch one peter zero gene gene the dancing machine no idea how much it costs but it’s not the money should have done something said something made you move over stood up or shut up or not have gone so far the last time we played was the first time you beat me you were tall you were strong in control completely so i never explained don’t know if i could while riding on air or burning like al wood if it was cleveland or key west or south carolina i could forget the rest and just try to find you taking it in and fully defensive i hope you forgave each other and it wasn’t expensive and sometimes you laugh at the things that we used to that you think about me and all of these things too
21
i was a slave to this was a slave to that but worst of all i confused truth with fact the low bottom selfless of everyone young full moon’s worth of pride got twisted and spun chance perception value change proof that you shouldn’t play out in the rain got my fate rearranged so my nose doesn’t work did i show you right here pete rose signed my shirt made it up had enough heard it all inside your sense of style eclipsed only by your sense of pride rattle on in a song the no number game if ever there was one this is a shame so many things are wrong with me ninety six ninety seven i think the purists would agree how about the things that are wrong with you fifty seven fifty eight tell the lies you think are true this kind of bad decision makes sure that all anyone will tell are lies nothing is pure anymore even the purists agree at 12:17:57 on the afternoon of twentieth february nineteen ninety-one i deposited one hundred and eighty dollars into account number xxxx3739-10 the teller was gorgeous she named a son after me i was flattered until i learned that the body was burned and the bone ashes scattered she spent the rest of the year just staring at a ceiling she said take your belongings leave me with the feeling how can it be to escape motivation the words i had with me iterated observation but eventually they surfaced even if slowly still wavering and wishing that they didn’t know me stole the soft voice crack of the melody revealing every voice that reminded you of wordsworth stealing all the gold from the dome at a slight bend stutter her hair was soft and the distance never uttered ‘play it wiser’ or ‘get higher’ revisionist decision
21 15/18
you’ve got to learn to breathe more carefully evaporation not as quick but twice as fast joe hill wasn’t welcome bill bonney had a past room for hands never lasts
21 17/18
a guilty man will go to sleep weather means cold from here to hold his thoughts precious to him fond of the roots fond of the stem an eyesore an untruth it made serious seem smooth wasn’t worried unaware no concessions to care
22
already late in september every new leaf that falls is headed deep into winter backs to walls the cold sneaks up like the past close your eyes it will be over no way it can last minutes pass by walking circles searching sky is it worth it is goodbye another time aside now left before dawn never felt at home here never felt that i belonged what was best left unstated makes me close to you could you explain again the reason to set your sights so high do they fall again at fifty i don’t want to say goodbye
22 1/2
i am riding home to you and i am writing your name all on the side of my left arm but things are still the same i come to right some wrongs and i just want to be yeah i just want to belong and i want you with me the rules begin to bend from the darkness and the things that depend on mirror honesty disappearing signs sundays time to hide and the ocean you will never see again
22 5/8
i could never defend what he said even that thought is just dread but it doesn’t mean he was wrong or that the song was too long or half sung i just didn’t plan on ending up here no cares no fear no comprehend no definition no amends losing luck making ends it couldn’t last this long strong never was quick to move but still looking for truth and making due with grass and roots-blues never the twain to think about you every night and half the day the give the give the give away the are no beliefs that tell no lies and every one demands sacrifice heavy eyes just need some sleep before they can arise to fill the need
22 23/30
the race was watered down from the beginning didn’t need much help from me the striking difference between the sin and the sinning then of course the similarities you’re never sure enough to find that much too pure it up to build enough you could never write enough you’ve given all the names you could drown in a drain
22 99/100
sam missed his carrie since nineteen eighty eight back when the cancer took her and he put her in this grave he can’t even go to see it he can’t look at the stone most days his best can do is not to feel so all alone he keeps thinking arizona but he will never make that trip his home is cold even in summer now he’s feeling senses slip they were born on the same day back in nineteen twenty one then he looked until he found her and the good life had begun
23
it always came first the middle of summer since seventy four by the time it was nearly september they were out of money ‘wait til christmas’ then they told you to call it kwanzaa but you didn’t wanna a strong african word for a strong african girl who likes the way white boys sing even though your mother thinks she knows things about things about me the beautiful name she gave you so black so proud living out loud but you were soft and liked white boys and hers always came first middle of summer the nerve the reason isn’t any excuse and i hope one day they tell you what we always knew
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