we could have danced upon
the levee with the tips
of our bare
toes
for many ages
& still not be rid of
the bitter taste of anxiety
& horror that at any
misfortune-filled moment
the river would swell and swallow
us whole
the feeling of fear is like nothing
in this world
& sometimes I don't think
I can shake it
his eyes are resting on my
collarbone
jesus christ, man
I can't take it
make-believe misgivings
cigarette sweet
took residency in my ribcage
& I swear they'll never
leave
so if we got all we
came for
its best we take to the
unforgiving streets
while I silently observe
as you practice
& you
preach
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
we could have danced upon
the levee with the tips
of our bare
toes
for many ages
& still not be rid of
the bitter taste of anxiety
& horror that at any
misfortune-filled moment
the river would swell and swallow
us whole
the feeling of fear is like nothing
in this world
& sometimes I don't think
I can shake it
his eyes are resting on my
collarbone
jesus christ, man
I can't take it
make-believe misgivings
cigarette sweet
took residency in my ribcage
& I swear they'll never
leave
so if we got all we
came for
its best we take to the
unforgiving streets
while I silently observe
as you practice
& you
preach
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