like you, he learns

maybe sometime, we'll be done and gone by nine, a perfect little kind of going on and leaving just this once a world falls away (like you: from me) and something not like you is here, a way away (ways away) one mile doesn't meant he same thing it did when i was tracing out small rhymes and correspondence into the dip of your angel wings (in kisses) a city sight and sights are shitty (another opera freeze frame turnaround) counting cards is the way i'm used to if you see how i'c coming at all this.

and down on marsh is another lonely soul (god knows) and smoothness ran dry a while ago but it's alright (easier to find the words to sad songs) and someone southern accent calls me backwards in the front lot of a liquor store i can't bring them down (don't wanna bother) looks like a day is just away they always say and talking lately just wears me out every other sign wears thin the story you want is in the page you make and eyes are closing somewhere and someone else'll be thinking of you the way it happens around and 'round another minute ticks by and wagin war is so weary; we're not like western scholars with their tangerine vests open arms and pipe smoking mouths you'll find one winded way to say what you need to say lay it down like tire tracks on soil (you and your mythologies move freely through crowds) and once a day is just enough to make it by, you know what i'm saying. let's find out. you know what i'm saying let's find out.

2004-05-25 | 9:05 p.m.
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