waking he opened his eyes why he
heard the music thrashing bashing
blossoming over the run of memories of
I miss
obey the vibes the music seems to say
intuition a special vision
he knows the landscape may whisper
love
ogle the liquor in his glass
the night before
his soul tied twisted in sorry black twine
maybe she's sorry this time
maybe
we were flawless with summer
but the paltry season passed
leaving only a mist
I missed
Go from tiny year to big year big cheer
Mr. Sparechange was found dead
said the ancient toast now that it could burn
last night
sumptuous vast crush where his tongue was
sludge
rubber scent on the wind after he was seeping
further away
after he was
falling into
morning fading across her bed
his I AM wrapped around
what dreams may
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