clumsy

The sun cries down
telling secrets
like how much better
it is to be born
into a world where
jimi already played
where the dead
already crossed the
mountains of the mind

and i try so hard
i try
so
hard

to remember that
when it's not so sunny
when it's not as easy
to laugh about things

i try to come through
hearing the songs
played for the benefit
of the sky
and know that
every other way
is just so clumsy.

2008-01-28 | 8:48 a.m.
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