high voiced Irishmen and spun sugar turned to
teenaged dreams and a teenaged circus
cold beaches in October like candlewax and promises
to call
bacon on the stove and cemetery gates and no one
to answer
if-this-was-the-cold-war to
this-is-the-goddamn-cold-war to
how'd-you-ever-get-so-blind
to the summer of warm warm warm and
the nights you'd have wanted at
sixteen and twenty
if you'd thought about it
and the big empty road in front of you that
under Orion's patent-leather belt looks so
not empty
how you're tall
and freewheeling
but not without
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
high voiced Irishmen and spun sugar turned to
teenaged dreams and a teenaged circus
cold beaches in October like candlewax and promises
to call
bacon on the stove and cemetery gates and no one
to answer
if-this-was-the-cold-war to
this-is-the-goddamn-cold-war to
how'd-you-ever-get-so-blind
to the summer of warm warm warm and
the nights you'd have wanted at
sixteen and twenty
if you'd thought about it
and the big empty road in front of you that
under Orion's patent-leather belt looks so
not empty
how you're tall
and freewheeling
but not without