I want to spit my tongue
straight out into the wind
Because I'm better stricken dumb
than smart-mouthed or thick skinned
Straight on to the edge of town
I will chase my temper out
There, we'll talk about the "whethers"
We'll talk the sun down
And I'll hope that's the last time we speak
Walk across the bridge on 5th Street
Half reflecting on past choices
Glimpse the moon on Goose Creek's surface
Spy a ******
Recall voices.
Like the one my father used before last April blew his chest up
Or ones I can't remember 'til I heave my boiling guts up
in some yard.
A tinny crash through piled leaves,
I just want to make it home--
The S.P.D. are everywhere
and we don't get along so very well
It's gotten late and gotten old.
It's gotten cold the heat is busted back where I make my home
I've hit my wall, I hit the pavement
Stand me up--two streets to go
5th and Bellevue ain't so bad
I'm nearly home.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
I want to spit my tongue
straight out into the wind
Because I'm better stricken dumb
than smart-mouthed or thick skinned
Straight on to the edge of town
I will chase my temper out
There, we'll talk about the "whethers"
We'll talk the sun down
And I'll hope that's the last time we speak
Walk across the bridge on 5th Street
Half reflecting on past choices
Glimpse the moon on Goose Creek's surface
Spy a ******
Recall voices.
Like the one my father used before last April blew his chest up
Or ones I can't remember 'til I heave my boiling guts up
in some yard.
A tinny crash through piled leaves,
I just want to make it home--
The S.P.D. are everywhere
and we don't get along so very well
It's gotten late and gotten old.
It's gotten cold the heat is busted back where I make my home
I've hit my wall, I hit the pavement
Stand me up--two streets to go
5th and Bellevue ain't so bad
I'm nearly home.
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