A searing night. A price
tallied out and settled up.
I'm sipping down the size
of the smaller plights of times like these
in towns with bloodshot eyes.
Your coyote grin,
the gravel in
my creosote laughter were paving
the longest paths to saving graces
and filling up deaf ears.
I'm spilling every ounce
of all my guts
on your ears in the alley where I threw
up last year
when I disappeared from your birthday.
Your coyote grin,
eyes glistenin',
you laughed kinda quiet while walking.
Familiar paths. We're talking crazy
through bitter whiskey sneers.
But I think, this hot night,
I'm ready to believe...
Between the asphalt and the stars
Between the almost-fights
and rushing cars
Between the blurring downtown bars...
We'll find some common ground.
The town's lit up, we'll trickle down
to a point of least resistance
where we can bid farewell to arms.
Or I'll find my way back home
to 1130 Longstaff
where my walls can close me in.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
A searing night. A price
tallied out and settled up.
I'm sipping down the size
of the smaller plights of times like these
in towns with bloodshot eyes.
Your coyote grin,
the gravel in
my creosote laughter were paving
the longest paths to saving graces
and filling up deaf ears.
I'm spilling every ounce
of all my guts
on your ears in the alley where I threw
up last year
when I disappeared from your birthday.
Your coyote grin,
eyes glistenin',
you laughed kinda quiet while walking.
Familiar paths. We're talking crazy
through bitter whiskey sneers.
But I think, this hot night,
I'm ready to believe...
Between the asphalt and the stars
Between the almost-fights
and rushing cars
Between the blurring downtown bars...
We'll find some common ground.
The town's lit up, we'll trickle down
to a point of least resistance
where we can bid farewell to arms.
Or I'll find my way back home
to 1130 Longstaff
where my walls can close me in.
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