justice rumours but that ain’t the truth
that’d mean that you figured out what to do
what to say and which way the wind blows and goes gray
where it comes from where it ends up both inches away
determined to say
almost every day
the full flight pull no shame in that and sometimes
the sun does rise but whose eyes will see surprise
will they hear sopranos or those bone digging staylows
are the soundwaves the long days or simply the wrong way
and do they really mean anything
smile you won’t you don’t
why don’t you smile what you didn’t say when you asked me to stay
kale kale kale
cale kale
it’s like kale every day
then it was heard
‘who do you have to fuck to get some lou reed up in here?’
a buttoned up orange shirt
seen to sigh heard to hurt
hartcrane to heart
torn completely apart
feet fastened to the past
farewell to rusty dusty and maps
chimes rhymes derelict times
on a dime
in line
don’t worry
it’s fine
that walk was long and it hurt the girl after i hurt the girl but before the rest of the world before the cheap english prof with a haircut cough took advantage of the planted blew the whole thing off
bone tangled words
taking the third and exchanging the hurt for socks and a shirt like the best of us learn and the rest of us yearn for timing downturns in this economy and waiting for someone else to make us free can’t be couldn’t be wouldn’t be
but there were no flowers as far as i could see
the closest they got were good looking weeds
and that didn’t have anything to do with me
they picked the time and the temperature before the disease
then made it mine with a wink a hand holding decree
and certain situations let the sights just see
the sea the we
in the best of the me
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