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
Time to shrug your shoulders
Has passed some time ago
The sun
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
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