watching
the light die
listening to dogs fight
just north of the good side
of those
tracks
where
the cops walk fast
when they pass
you can
see the station from here
if that lightens your fear
or straightens her hair
when the first snow comes
stir son
don’t
have enough to pay the rent
but the depression is not significant
ask her man she’ll tell you
that
we’ll
wait for it
want to know you haven’t ignored it
her eyes say something like hypocrite
or predator
they don’t say editor
and
they damn sure ain’t keeping score
you can
count
one to
four
add it up
if you
must
so it’s
time to go to sleep
take
the crosses from your hands
and lay
them at my feet
everything
that you borrowed
every
little bit i stole
if the
fan makes wind
then
time’s been told
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