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Bury me againToday they will dig me up
to bury me again
when the night is rushed and wired
the fractured loyalties begin
Long distance misdemeanors
with old and beneficial friends
all beginning with an end.
If I do not ask
If I do not know
If I do not wait for replies
If I can merely guess
Why do I torment myself so?
Does it show?
Lovely isn't enough you know
and if you need 'someone'
the overwhelming truth
is that it could be anyone
still can be anyone.
Who is that on the phone?
Why are you laughing? On your own?
Does anbody know about me?
You're making dates, and telling me
you're late, late for 'nothing'
I know, I heard
I will wait, I will not see
what you have in store for me.
Till that day
I will wait for it
Wait for things to break
Wait for you to walk away
and then the moment in the morning
your smiled, yawning replies
the minutes when we walked home
me in my drunken guise,
never needing the reason to
In the absence ofTime makes liars of us all
Has a way of coming back
with a slow deliverance
Tricks us and
when it desists with its confusion
we delude ourselves
with the distance we have moved
and yet are moving
with implied purpose
but gaining no purchase
crashing through waves
which is only serving
to deepen the illusion
In full view the thing unfolds
matching its rhythm with the mimetic world
you are either old or getting older
you are fit for purpose
or getting told
your lease is expiring
losing that imagined purchase
in the shifting scene
with only yourself to hold
It seems that when the world was young
the earth was ancient
vacant of purpose
no notion of symmetry
it moved without concept of motion
and is moving
after the oceans gave life
after the seas gave way to hills
and out sprawled cities
moving with increased perplexity
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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