four o’clock
and what to do with nervous hands
wandering glances
find the street
the hard concrete
whatever sun might have the time to shine
whatever grey clouds hang around your mind
you say ‘kerouac’ and ‘coffee black’
but neither really interests me
beyond what might be termed ‘necessity’
so best wishes to the bride
congratulations to the groom
congratulations to the groom
on their new zealand honeymoon
watch for liars deep in weeds
who might just fuse your wants to your needs
when that kind of trouble starts in to breathe
peace can really be anything
a short list of your demands
1 study hands
2 feel land
1 study hands
2 feel land
take the time to follow through
words align but still elude
one step short of the awful truth
still with so much left to do
the open-hearts train came and the broken-hearts train went
both tended to breed the discontent
in different ways
for different things
for different things
eyes shine fire to light
on the farm
easter night
try to ‘closer’ but turn away
give up the gain
like every day
con gress to reality
there is much that can be made of me
build blocks swing doors
twice toured
once torn
underscore
underscore
the backside often feels like braille
the front just longs for holy grail
if you’re gonna leave
leave a trail
so i can find your way to hell
there’s so much you haven’t said yet
like these domestic cigarettes
you might love me but i’ll make you sick
i think i already did
this is me right before i quit the staylows
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