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You are knight-like
In your soul
With too many parts
Out of control
Wicked wild
Crazy and fun
Seat of your pants
Hide your galliance
You
***** treasure
You
Sending letters to the world
At the world hurled
Don't know why try
Why have to fly high
Unsolicited
Pseudonymous
A battle cry hi bye
Before we die

Writing stories on the wall
Any wall scrawl
Casting songs through the air
Electric air prayer
Poets novelists
Artists lyricists
All who dare care
Dare lay it bare

A billion letters in the mail
In the mail fail
Addressed to anyone
Read by none no one
Dear so and so
Let me tell you so
The number no one none
Is no fun one
© 2006 by Jack Morris

Hear the song on SoundCloud:
soundcloud.com/therealjackstrange/dead-letters-private-courier
and
soundcloud.com/therealjackstrange/dead-letters-ground
You came at me
Like you thought I needed saving
I was wanting a roll in the hay
Maybe both of us were wrong
But it won’t go down
Either way
Fresh cake batter
Made from scratch
You are the spoon
To lick
Temptations tease
Of the feast to come
But spoon to lick
There’s only one
Spark of creation
Unvoiced
Forgotten
Creation
Like honey
Does not go rotten
What could’ve been
Would never apply to us
You’d have to be a different person
How do you tell someone
“That seems like the first draft”
When they feel like the thing is done?
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