dark haired curls will change your plans
they’ll take the money from your hands
turn faded denim to matisse
soft and features never close enough to me
the dark haired curls will make you write songs
then turn tararesey it won’t take too long
whisper in your right ear all the reasons to be wrong
over easy like eggs
back where i come from
they don’t get to decide
but take them out at night
let them see moon light
let them smoke just out side
they’ll rush into rights
they will swear to their fathers that they never got high
they’ll meet you at school dance like it’s a
fight
and retract with a kiss
that is later denied
they will try they will try they will try they will try
holes full of matrimony in those vacant lots
summer sots workingwood fools
running from money truth and school
then call drunk to say what’s missing
is you
leave you wondering what it is that you
do with
that triple truth
faded youth
times (x) trouble
and
dirty boots
crawling over dollar bins
kissing pictures art on mend
the only thing you can do
is make your promise that when it comes
you’ll bite your lip before seeking sun
and tell the truth
no matter what
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