what will happen
is what will happen
what will live
will someday die
...
the south of it, quick and
dangerous,
ruined up to streetlamps cold as ice
make it slower than,
...
cold boat, we sail it
fresh white sails for it
let me say that
it's so good to see you're thinking of me
...
like an angel lost at sea
like a swan that swallows a diamond ring
like the gracious exit of dreams from the mind
a cold, quiet mind and a whisper to heaven
...
break my firm establishment
in two blinks of two sore pouring eyes
that've seen enough perfidy lately
like kicking a sand castle,
...
a moment in passing up the tender mercy
while sheets of iron guard the hall's
empty branch of government
a hinge on fused frosted dead parts
...
let a man believe in his body
let a man live free
for his own gain
let him make scenes, changes, and mistakes
...
is it me that eventually drops,
for days or weeks of sour news
yes
I've been hit, too close to focus and regain my footing,
...
go on, because you must. because you want to,
you can, you will, and I'm not
on your shoulders.
go ahead. munch on a dead cigarette
...