She calls you from a room somewhere in the city
Hear
Answer night when she calls to you
See this white scar
Alas, our love is gone
At least I don't where it
There are hatchet homes for howling souls
Where the gravel
Came a yellow bird outside my window
Said bring me
The quiet before the storm is worse than the storm
There's a candlelight vigil for the new fallen hero
But I've
I saw an eagle on a pole,
I think it
Sliding back and sifting through
the litter from a parade
I didn't
Judas met Jesus just before dawn
He said listen brother there
The magazine needs flippin’ through
The calendar needs tearing too
The dry
Lay down drunk and make promises
I won't do that if
Fool's gold on Main St. from stop signs to dangling
[spoken] ok
The moon is fat and lazy.
Me, I'm just down
Haven't touched the floor today
Want the walls to go away
But
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