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nd did i mention that there are still those
where i can hardly lift my head up from the
or looking out the of the plane
rooting for
sometimes i just run out of
but the keeps ticking and the minutes keep coming
and all i can do is to slaughter the hours
let the air out of these
killing
staring into corners or at strands of her
waiting for the call that tells me where to
wishing i could trade these stupid
for point shells
before every move that I make check-mate
did i just say
song is not for her
no matter ie said or longed for
or her name still moves along these walls
in this pen
(ie promises)
this is for Buk, for rane, for Wes, and for Marty
who keep their barrels oiled and
the few that I would ten days to spend one hour with
like a ruby at the bottom of the sea
beautiful the sparrow in the kittens jaw