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from downtown back to your door we swing brown bottles and warm our salty skin while you ache to bookmark the middle of this july- (your road is stretched long and far but i know where it goes) -we already know the summer as it settles over salt and coats the land and cups our skin -its dust repeats itself shamelessly and drives us to porches and brown bottles and your ninth cigarette and unrequited conversation- (my mind splits itself up when every second is stagnant- when somewhere else keeps calling- when my violent beast starts snarling) and then five thirty looks like so many violets- queen anne's lace and cattails- all the bouncing bees and thrushes- -the fields aflush with full grains and hairs and fibers and all the murmuring voices- -is screaming and so wanted and away from the road we walk on (this road- one of yours) -looks less believable with every step- (the road is stretched long and far and you know where it goes) i could not tear away from it to keep my eyes on your road- you swig from all your bottles- you follow the dust?- can we be lions instead? did you know there is no road? we need only taste the air, or glean the wind
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC
Can We Be Lions (Dusty Summer, Lumberyard)
from downtown back to your door we swing brown bottles and warm our salty skin while you ache to bookmark the middle of this july- (your road is stretched long and far but i know where it goes) -we already know the summer as it settles over salt and coats the land and cups our skin -its dust repeats itself shamelessly and drives us to porches and brown bottles and your ninth cigarette and unrequited conversation- (my mind splits itself up when every second is stagnant- when somewhere else keeps calling- when my violent beast starts snarling) and then five thirty looks like so many violets- queen anne's lace and cattails- all the bouncing bees and thrushes- -the fields aflush with full grains and hairs and fibers and all the murmuring voices- -is screaming and so wanted and away from the road we walk on (this road- one of yours) -looks less believable with every step- (the road is stretched long and far and you know where it goes) i could not tear away from it to keep my eyes on your road- you swig from all your bottles- you follow the dust?- can we be lions instead? did you know there is no road? we need only taste the air, or glean the wind
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devan-proctor
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC
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