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verily, or ms. apathy on a trigger pin?!
we've tucked our memories away
in the cracks of the stained coffee table,
and i toss my thoughts about
like i toss my clothes,
bury them in laughter and breathless suns.
sometimes time unwinds in slow
spinning circles,
hazy spots against the windowpane
i can find age
in the way he traces them with his fingers.
wonder if we can dissolve in the sun,
sink into thoughtless murmurs
and drift away.
he gives me a patronizing smile,
says, aren't you too old
to be flirting with death
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freedom is weak
their parades seep into the air,
a whisper before the candlelight flickers out.
could you hold the world today?
(where is it now)
ask the man on the murder block
- he's seen his time and has no fear,
so ignite the Temper in me.
let the children fight
they'll trample the streets and
sooth the ruins
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i mean this metaphorically, of course
(of course)
can't sleep in closed rooms anymore,
when walls are bare
and empty spaces permeate the air.
(faces in despair,
pale reflections,
red streaks against the glass.)
sometimes just can't sleep at all,
even with windows thrown open,
city lights spilled across the floor.
-
i've got a man locked in
a radio clock.
he's forgotten all about time
and only sees moments in laughter.
got to hand him a distraction,
who knows where he'll end up.
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