this can't be right

you and yours, an awful rowboat
a tragi-comedy we shimmer through
henry david, where's your eye now?
henry david where's your slow walk talk now?

let's shine bitter stickers through hurricane laughs
tell stories about how brave and fine we are
for tearing limbs from flies and
ripping the hearts from people who launder
their days in search of food

you, your dropping eyes, let's wade through
the water, wash the blood from our hands,
wipe the images from our head,
try to get by thinking only about how right we must be
surely, yes, surely we are...

2004-09-05 | 2:55 p.m.
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