Why would I share you?

So ya at the crosswalk
Buy me a beer!
Pluck the dogs you know what lol
A some how
Let me give it all something fine
Scuff the gum
Show all the steam from the cabs
Waveing high heals
in the stream of hot coffee lines
Nobody cares really
Another cotten puffing smoker
Let it a bad desire
Why would I share you on corners
Even the desks
No body needs to understand us
Black jacket rain
Nobody gets this- why should they?
Why give em a reason.

Flanel my life
Flanel me with
Scoring leather
Im all alone
Leave me with him
Ive broken bridges
Now oh now
Please sell it to me
The **** she said
Its all blasphemy
Hes leaving with him
Oh god i know
Im playing with dolls
Give it a plastic season
On bad rain
With storm
Leave him on the cruise ship!
Guide my frozen eyes
Save who he was
Please say the raft
Is returning.
Why am i worth pulling.
Hes breaking like twigs
Fading with blueing water
God keeph his mind
Make him sink in thunder.
Ill never go throug life without
Seeing him go.

But nevertheless I hear you can know what noise inclined inside our Sunday night before dark blue an hour job of bounds sorrows in brittle glass ball pen in here air zones to know how noise did it.
never on Sunday night at times I have you still how much I love to know the noise.   For another day and an amazing time.

Perhaps it was the fudge or the twenty beers you had at your bosses wake.  Never the less you see a dark alley open up and you want to bottle neck your self out of your cloths.  A few friends join you its what friends do for eachother after a funeral.  The streets are dull and the gas lites are only monuments left from the days we crawled out and walked back in our caves.  A misquito breaks curfew and seduces the skin on your neck.  But it feels more and more insane like wearing a tuxedo to the gym to avoid playing racket ball with your dead boss.  You think for a moment and have seizure on in the cab of your friends chevy.  Your eyes roll back and for a moment youve felt the blinding dance of not knowing what will happen next.

**** me now!
I have seen the moons hidden holes
The clouds move with narrow marks.
The houses stay!
The wild dog leaves to go in for the nite.
The washer stops humming.
The fan keeps turning.
The tiles a movment for grime and unclean hairs.
The waters a dying gasp for the brutal lover
Let me hold you!

It was not hers nor was it ours.
It was that cry inside our mind
We knew we had it and sung it.
Like  her we wouldnt recall it.
But we remembered what it was
She had cried. It was not the idea of us crying nor her bringing us in like the waves.  She had shown us the thing itself the lyrics screamed  when we first found the sea.

The lodge polls shake and skin their branches down.
The bloodless pitch of sap always browns!
The freedom of wind swooping through the cones!
Needles touched to blossom in creeks and streams!
Everlasting Proof we can never die alone.