None of this ever seemed to fit.
My head was brushing against the
ceiling while you talked about
the way the world turned to shit.
None of this ever seemed real
when I blew out the smoke I
never had the opportunity to inhale.
Flipping candy to the neighborhood kids;
trick or treating gone straight through to meds.
The sailors returned from a long haul
but the ship never left or
returned since it had always been gone.
It never made much sense the way
the Earth made it out each day.
Pressed for time we camped ourselves
in the loading docks while we waited
for our rides to place bets.
The shit eating grins shot more shit
than any man had ever thought.
We’re just tied up at the moment
like marionettes in Marietta.
No strings ever attached but enough
rope to hang ourselves if we ever spoke
about the rooms we painted on the roof.
And she said, “I’m afraid to fall in love”.
To which I replied, “I never believed in
such a concept that much.”
Guess there goes my head and
my heart out of everything.
And they said this is the part where you
can either shit on or fuck with your luck.
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