when we stayed up all night
not everyone had all the
upsides we were given
no back talk and holy leaders
responsibilities and christmas gifts
the miasma that is
seeing you in the morning
trying to steal that
interior view of you
and what
it was that stuck that
smile on
like a flashing walk light
into a distant home for those deranged
enough to
see through those social norms
city bus
the blood and the inner energy
that circle
that smoked me into
the blues from those
ancient recordings
give me a kiss and be mine
the years not over
i hear from songs of this earth
that charity and sight seeing
i had a hero too
and if that love affair grew
too much then i'd fall out a window
and land on my feet
turn the guitar on
i'm going to sleep
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