suncrawler

Nothing keeps along better
than the glib side of the
rest of your sordid life
not happy just smiling and to be alive
climbs arrows from the best of the archer�s nest
and turns you out.

So the glib side of the holy race
you�ve got a few more chances here
and saying goodbye is just one of them
so trite and sunny father of the land and hours
you can keep it all back
never end the way the rats survive
got a new chance, a go-at-it life

Keeps sacred time to music unheard by
the better part of
most of us
your dark side of the inner eye
sends out cherries to be pulled through

You pull through magic tricks and
suffrages
rain-laugh and you�re coming out
a few more choices and chances left to you
and just a half-grown man of the sand and sea
you know everything now�.

2004-02-27 | 2:39 p.m.
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