1.Leash
Had one of those days when you want to try heroin,
Drunk driving, some form of soft suicide.
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings
Or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
Maybe someday the lies we've led around
Will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years.
Teach me to wiggle my ears like that.
Show me the scar that you got
When you fell off your bike.
Ask me the questions you never want answers to.
We can re-write them however we like.
And maybe someday the lies we've led around
Will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years.
Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin.
Leave the dirt and dead flowers in the brown coffee tin.
Let your hand melt a hole in the frost.
Peer out under a sky
That looks just like a shirt I lost.
Maybe someday the lies we've led around
Will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years
2.Fallow
Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is put away.
Write by the light of a pay phone your list of 'I meant to say'.
Like 'Winter comes too soon', or 'Radiators hum out of tune'.
Out under the Disraeli, with rusty train track ties, we'll carve
new streets and sidewalks, a city for small lives, and say that
we'll stay for one more year. Wait near the end of
September. Wait for some stars to show. Try so hard not to
remember what all empty playgrounds know： that sympathy
is cruel. Reluctant jester or simpering fool. But six feet off
the
highway, our bare legs stung with wheat, we'll dig a hole and
bury all we could not defeat, and say that we'll stay for one
more year. Bend to tie a shoelace, or bend against your fear,
and say that you'll stay for one more year. With so much left
to seek, the lease runs out next week.
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