I don't know why--but **** tonight
And **** this town
And **** this guy that I'm becoming
And the steel ceilinged sky
that never changes, night-to-night
And why, when streets all run together,
trickling off to asphalt seas,
do nights out wandering get me nowhere?
Some elsewhere's
where I want to be.
I'll try to eat my plate of crow
and try to finish
though I'm full with midnight air
and half-cocked guesses
and a frozen block of messes
Pull it off--that sky-steel-ceiling
Grinds a protest
Rusting clouds
Might flake and rain an oxide winter
Flip the page up, one year down.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
I don't know why--but **** tonight
And **** this town
And **** this guy that I'm becoming
And the steel ceilinged sky
that never changes, night-to-night
And why, when streets all run together,
trickling off to asphalt seas,
do nights out wandering get me nowhere?
Some elsewhere's
where I want to be.
I'll try to eat my plate of crow
and try to finish
though I'm full with midnight air
and half-cocked guesses
and a frozen block of messes
Pull it off--that sky-steel-ceiling
Grinds a protest
Rusting clouds
Might flake and rain an oxide winter
Flip the page up, one year down.
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