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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