we should talk about this when you're sober
and in the same room
if you want to
but i refuse to let it make me emotional
i mean what’s the use in useful
when there’s no truth in truthful
and there’s less of each on the near side of youthful
it’s all the mythology of how you’re supposed to be
holiday hanging things
christians from christmas trees
strange fruit
sweet tooth
polite but uncouth
leaving the worries underneath the night
digging up the dark in the park by moonlight
look at these blue eyes look at them sobright
sober
a sign
painting a white line
on a dirt road
for the chance to see no clothes
hopped up on bennies and cotton mouthed no-doz
but stone stuck listening to those motherfuckin staylows
oh no
no n’no
the hammock by the creek
dirty feet underneath
but ready to run
at the first sight of fun
the augury of a bright light fist fight
the happening of past not plight
the undiscovered king
his loosened time piece
lost in the waiting
and bag full of wind blown
dirty dream suffering
the whole deck shuffling
hanging hard then swinging free
quick just like qt lee
innocent remark on the trail of her heart
lost to india but still at full sail
and sure science that whole hearted compliance
means that wartime enactors distressing distractors
remain casually cold suppliant
current events that still don’t make sense
mire in coincidence
my head has a dent
and that is all that i meant
there comes a time in every one's life when the goal is to be left alone
that time is over for me
that time is over now
count up to thirty three and let it spin
by the minute you can write down the names
remember who was left in it
discovering subtleties still in the room
after ends and the winds finally
blew through
where the red thread and ink take up the fight
and time stuck in air only happens at night
when there’s nothing to do and no worry of whom
might be sending or saving or coming unglued
in the air in the sunlight
that truth was unbearable
heart slow
a wind blows
the first snow is terrible
but why oh why
is decay so beautiful?
it has lived a life
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