And what's after
Some small forgotten sentiment
A bullet carries
Across the space.
Very hairy, ponds of adversaries
And a swarm of singling out.
Starboard
And most warm,
Mostly shoes have been worn thin.
I have nothing to say, but see-
This is a long long fall to keep you steady
To be mad will be O.K.,
A rude awakening again,
The road to wake and fame (funerals name).
Elegant stage,
Honored babe,
And those eyes keep stabbing me brightly
Apt to pick away.
Hell's divisions put into play:
A memory of visions,
Summertime delay.
Past a wish and a witness,
Post-remiss and well away.
Sauntered, slanted sideways guy
Hanging out on the stoop.
Fallen target, traded it's O.K.
Shaken it's O.K.
These hands I have,
These feet to lease,
A hold on what I have thought before.
Single, simple, sectioning,
Part and parcel to the page.
A breath so early
Nearly in and out in vain.
Fairly swift in symmetry
Remember why you came,
Don't fall back in vain.
A careworn smile stays
Worthwhile
and
Thrifty,
Worth all this pain.
Arched and bolted,
Nobody is going anyway,
Or where.
What all this is burgeoning for:
A beginners glance,
A bargain to last.
Eventful with the purchase of a penny,
What for?
What say?
I gave birth to mischief,
Black hearts
And fallen names.
I gave worth to riches
Freedom gave
And took away.
One foot is at six feet deep
The other walks in even frames,
One, two
One, two
Pick a noose soiree.
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