A Clutter, in a Town of Stone

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"a poor town this, if filled with stone"

a poor town is poor and that is all?
the house is burnt
singed on the edges
and i loved this house
of course

it is the hidden brush coming after me
held by a character with bright young eyes
and towards their end
despise despise

towards you a clutter
and that clutter is me
that being is blasted and plagued
you mad with haughty laughter
once ran vivid with discomfort
for then I felt so much as respect for you
and now i feel like I drank a glass of milk
disappointed sick tired

towards you a clutter
but when i spoke to julia, I told her
just how happy I was with the people in my life right then
and how great and wonderful they were
and that clutter is me

for a chorus of angels to sing
the gospel, new gospel
a clutter! it is certain
go out and prosthelytize

build us a town of stone
we will clean it
of clutter

"a poor town this if, filled with stone
it leaves no place to call our own
what is this town if, too unsound
it burns itself down to the ground"