maybe it's both ways

it shouldn't have to be said but lately the nighttime is ruffled like bent flowers, sheets someone fucked on and eyes that never close: this city is a mad country of rains and heats and a barrage of lackluster images that we'll be lucky to survive lucky to get through i can't stop thinking about this guy i met the other day this little schlep of a human being no better or worse than me like us we're all schleps stumbling onwards in the noseless dark and now it's like the city the country the world is jazzless and frying out drying out turning to unholy water stagnant and every last mineral of everything we loved is fading from use and going going gone is our call sign to god

i want it back- the warm city lights and soon southern stares that you know you know without a doubt are always thinking about something about anything at all but it's on their minds this life this world and suddenly when it's like that you can stand a few feet back and know that we're not all just wasting away wasting the day wasting every day the way i've wasted so many the way we've all wasted so many "at least here it's calm" we say but we have no idea what we're saying we're missing the point missing the magic of morning light and hangovers passing car wrecks on the side of the road and lately all we can think is "hmmm...i wonder if anyone died"

calm is killing us

2004-06-26 | 7:30 p.m.
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