the curtain is calling
for the actors to whelm
The show's whole run you've
for the actors to whelm
The show's whole run you've
been pleased to be shadows
in the rim of a spotlight
just let me spring like a child
from wet rock to wet rock
If i slip and knock my teeth
on the barnacles i swear this time
i will do so gratefully
from wet rock to wet rock
If i slip and knock my teeth
on the barnacles i swear this time
i will do so gratefully
man knows nothing
about just keeping his shit
together
The bricks go up while
the fence pickets burn till they're
The bricks go up while
the fence pickets burn till they're
six inch holes in the lawn
What we were once
will be the panting dog on the end
What we were once
will be the panting dog on the end
of its leash heels dragged
pathetically
what am i to you what am i to you what am i to you what am i
to you
your gaze a chasm
all the way across town
pulverizing from the window
all the way across town
pulverizing from the window
of your husband's home
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