how soon is never?
three hundred and fifty one days a year
it's seventeen miles to buffalo
bullet shot in d major
the spinning sky
scared of the future
sick of the past
a ten twenty-two
from me
to you
lalomia
mixing wine and palestine
the misinformed leading the under-informed
leading the oblivious
the sun is rising but not for you
you re-retreat to the greens and blues
of the southern tier where bad news
has trouble getting through
your whole life is an emergency
maybe this is one of the whys
and the only thing you ever draw is eyes
or good stick figures ready to fight
the full passion of lantern light
but that’s what walls are for
someone else born to ignore
we slept in the same bed
just not at the same time
precious crime scene
not especially clean or mean
every piece stuck in between
her she stood right here
cried styrofoam tears
for the poison that is years
the undeniable veneer
you see
it comes down to which criminals we feel most comfortable with
the ones with the sneer or the ones with the lisp
like the hem around a hanging tree
singing hymns of suffering
the legend can only grow if you are big enough to handle it
the legend can only grow if you are big enough to handle it
when i get tired i drop things
my keys
my watch
the ball
names of the almost famous
who forgot to tip
didn't know how
or why
i met him the one time
but somewhere in the telling
it has turned into a lie
because nobody smiled
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