It's a fiction
Gimme your eyes.
How in the world you gonna see?
blind and boiled and clean
billed and bullied in a bad spot
basted by black bulls in papillon.
visual business,
make the most of it.
Kevlar on my wrists and layers on my mind
no fire on rideau
no cake for birthday
which way we gonna go
uphills got the gears go lower
downhills gotta a sale today
on your fave...
what's your favorite again?
I never knew, I'll never ask.
It's better to dress this up
the pants in the family
a belt in the sock drawer
a months full of labour
and blind faith on the stereo
boredom on the type machine
antlers on the patio
dance again? I thought you'd never ask
stealing all the moves to make the moment
last night I thought you'd give it up
Is that right?
that broken lake got your pivot up
and the trees are bowing to the ocean
with legs kicking the sky
There older and wiser than the likes of you and i
there branches form silly wet
I whistled a while.
wasting time and catching my breath
there is no reason now to work ourselves to death
at least I know you got my flare
out on the road somewhere
In the morning coffee breath
this is a strategic game
this is a fiction
Combine Harvester9:11 PM
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