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A buzz-saw a buzzing
Looking back through time
It's no longer the problem
That I thought it was

The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails
Sitting here smoking a cigarillo
Drinking iced coffee
And thinking of my prime

I make few friends
Sometimes I can't even trust those
Often they drive up
And want to stay which way and when

I'm having oral *** with my trumpet
While holding hands with the dark
I shout out to the heavens
My eyes so full of stars

I dropped a letter to my Doctor
Giving him my order
Soon I will be flush
Not bothered by anything

I always go through them
Way too fast
Then I sit there in the corner
Licking my wounds
Sweets Apr 2014
Coolers of alcohol
Blueberry shisha
Blazing bonfire
I'm having fun
Who are you to judge me?

Empty beer cans
Ashy coals
Cigarillo butts
I'm a little dizzy
Who are you?

Spilt *****
Tipped hookah
****** advances
I can't move
"Who..are..."
P Pax Oct 2012
That droll, little romance
was my first cigarette
an Indonesian clove cigarillo.
A year or two gone now,
but I still remember the sensation,
all the adrenaline and the drugs!

It was that nice, accurate drag,
that perfect ****
of smoke and nicotine.
Love was a potent buzz.
It had laughter.
The high.
It - the passion and ardor -  
...so good.

And the subsequent addiction!
I craved it,
took more than there was.
Smoked it to the ****
so fast
it was over before I realized it.
All that remained:
the fizzle of tobacco embers,
the quick-to-dry sweat
of the uninitiated.

Then the desperation.
I wanted it to work!
I smacked my lips for more of the sweetness.
Searched desperately inside
for only a sickness in my stomach
and poison on my tongue.

I’ve stopped smoking now,
but I will always be
just a little closer
to death
than I should be.
By this time of the year (In days of old and times past)
we would already be
                                    
                         ­             skipping off
              
               onto deer trails--------                
^^^^^^^^^^in the woods of Fairview park.^^^^^^^^^^
-
at
    the
          bottom
                   ­   of
Stevens Creek runs through
                         those
                                 steep
                                          hills.
-
We will dip our toes in the slow, murky water
(James came to town)
as the thick, sweet smell of my burning cigarillo
(and the whiskey fell into our glasses.)
lingers on the water's surface.
(It was a race to see who would pass out last)
It is here that we are young; No moss clinging.
(and be the one to see him off at dawn.)
-
That old ****-colored truck with the key broken off in the ignition
will take life with every well-used car I'm in. "The Brown Trout".
Marcus called from the 24-hour gas station on Eldorado
to tell you he broke the key in the ignition and couldn't seem to get the ****** truck started. We gave comedy its due.
What could we have done at that point but stumble into the blue?
I recall forty girls & boys crammed into an efficiency apartment that night
as the bathroom vent sapped the room of smoke, liquor stench
and Nag Champa incense, while the dense fog
of budding lust hung in stasis over our heads.
Boys on the exit living out their tree house fantasies;
drinking away boredom and skateboard injuries.
-
Phantoms of the apartment buildings
(Do you remember Dipper Lane?)
at the end of West Main tell tales of past tenants.
(I seem to have forgotten your name again.)
What does it feel like
(Did you hear something?)
to be a home away from home?
(I've been alone this whole time.)
-
It's four years later and the bikini tree has tan lines,
they cut down the ******* walnut at my old house,
and built my ark from its wood.
Supple leaves line the Sylvan Queen's Kermes colored hair
as we sail for higher ground.
Now the stinging sunlight cuts through the cracks in the wood.
-
I'm examining the border of a much larger picture.
Even now, the resolution grows fuzzy.
You are a leaf on the five-hundredth page of my dictionary. Ginko.
I placed you there on a particularly sunny day in July
when the Magicicadas woke up to the sound of Joe Cocker,
and we both learned the language of the spheres.
A revised and re-titled version of Part IV. Parts V and VI still to come...
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2021
let's not be these tender creatures:
these tender creatures who delude themselves with:
oh all the love i can give...
oh all the love i am willing to offer:
the love a white knight
the love of a princess:
i once heard that people live in castles
in the clouds... where psychiatrists charge
the rent...
concerning a queue in a petrol station...
two men...
i must have been one of them...
the man in front... middle aged... pushing it...
besides buying petrol he
bought a tub of ice-cream and a packet
of condoms...
well... obviously his night is settled...
he'll ******* into some rubber and dream
a long dream...
i asked for a packet of 10 cigarillos
while also placing two bottles of the finest
beer available...
Franziskaner - weissbier...
i'm yet to find a better beer...
then again: no! Guinness is Guinness...
it's not a beer to begin with: it's a stout!

for the love of women: hardly...
rusty limbs and not enough: "target practice"...
if i were younger i'd be the "angry young man"
stereotype... how i'm growing older...
i don't suppose wiser is part of it...
i also don't suppose i can love women when...
#metoo etc.: by my standards: not, enough!
it's hard to love when you're not getting
enough practice...
freely: as freely as the 1960s made out "it" being
so readily available...
what a shamble of shackles of nostalgia...
and more: if there was a ****** revolution:
sure... it gained traction with all the women
and a minority of men...
hello: walking abortions...
hello: walking abortions with d.n.a. genocide
sputnik projects: at best while doing
the no. 1 & no. 2: subsequently the no. 3
on the throne of thrones...

i drank one beer and smoked one cigarillo
next to the police station...
it's getting nippy... isn't it?
my ******* are blistered from all the fresh
air as i cycle...
mind you: it's still June...
so cycling into the centre of Romford
to look at the slaughterhouses (night clubs)...
earlier in the day
cycling into central London and...
women... some in niqabs some in...
dresses that could be little more than
the skin they themselves don...
a city that seemed like nothing but
a playground...

if it means anything: i will feed a fill of feeling
melancholic... i just passed the numerous scenes
apathetically...
i don't even hold sway for a moralist's
disgruntling: a clash of competing arguments...
such is their freedom...
a few construction workers were doing a late
shift attempting to crane-lift a bulk of pipes:
one woman among them:
absolutely content with the banality of:
animate objects moving about inanimate things...

mind you: i never liked nightclubs...
they never played the sort of music i'd like
to wriggle a dance to...

come to think of it... scribbling in katakana is
limited: for me... probably not only me:

lao che: jestem psem - i'm a dog...
i'll just focus on the noun for dog:
pies...
           i'm a dog: jestem psem...
oto pies: here-there: there you go: a dog...
beside the freedom letters:
the vowels and N in japanese...
you can't exactly find: two consonants coming
together...
i.e. you can't write: i'm a dog: jestem PSEM...
the rules are rigid...
consonant is followed by a vowel...

alternatively: KITA: a fox has a KITA...
a furry tail...
          キタ ... i imagine some relaxation
of rules: perhaps just a simple...
prefix-              -suffix labour in the chiral
mirror:

          TA- (タ)   could be mirrored to get at...
-AT (let's just use ƒタ for now)...

- nightclubs were an expected disappointment...
i was yet to visit one that
might have played:
'you will give your rifle a girl's name...
because this is the only *****...
you people are going to get...'
something akin to combichrist...
some... tool: stinkfist?

maybe my i.q. was below par...
  perhaps... the times i encountered women
they tended to run wild: mostly away from
my vicinity...
perhaps honesty was an acid...
it's not exactly easy to... show affection
to a cat encountered randomly during
the night: foxes are harder to come by...
running a stampede with a harem of nags
is even rarer: esp. if the stag is missing:
congesting traffic... i ran those deer back
into the forest...

no: clearly i'm not missing out on much:
in the flesh-market:
it's just a shame that there are so many
readily available colts willing
to be duped...
David Nelson Aug 2013
Punk Sandwich

there he is walking down the street
slicked back hair and a thin mustache
high rise collar on his button down shirt
sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash

he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye
he loved his mama and his brothers too
he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk
there was so much more and you knew he knew

fear for him does not exist or so he claims
quicker than a bolting flash of light
behind you with a jagged edge of blade
he is no one to challenge to a fight

he has connections to all the right ones
the ones you need to know for security
or to make some annoyance disappear
his word is golden shinning with a purity

a perfect friend intelligent courteous and brave
but these can all change to weapons of death
if you are so disposed to challenge his way
it just might be your very last breath

after dropping you in a pool of disguise
he will tip his fedora with playful grace
back on his brow and cigarillo between his lips
and that same old smirk upon his face
  
Gomer LePoet...
KD Miller Feb 2015
2/20/2015

"Lust too is a jewel
a sweet flower and what
pure happiness to know
all our high-toned questions
breed in a lively animal.
"
Adrienne Rich

So these days i find myself
scouring the somewhat stolid sure shores of
of seeming lust, which Adrienne Rich says is a jewel.
I don't see it
this lenten weekend.

I didn't give anything up,
maybe i'd switched from walking out of dorms into
walking out of cars, right? I laugh as I say this, not really ready
to say I am empty since I was taught to never lie and I do not feel this
after all,

More like a solid breathing discomfort at the squelching snow
on my solid leather workman's boots
lighting a cigarillo with a spark lighter and wondering what
you're up to.
My love's not so easily gained, i'd written once in a diary entry

and I suppose maybe it isn't,
but maybe it is the weather because
things didn't go as fast as I had liked this past
baptismal season but they still seemed fine.
Alex Apples Aug 2010
He met her at a bar
in San Pellegrino
Yeah, like the water
but there was more wine
than water there

She was flicking a guitar
that she called "Bambino"
Her papa taught her
but she wasn't the kind
so easy to share

They slept inside his car
outside an old casino
The nights were hotter
than he'd ever find
anywhere

He said she'd be a star
but what the hell did he know?
**** gypsy daughter
broke into his mind
then left him there

She could only go so far
on his euros incognito
The polizia caught her
the guitar left behind
she'd tied him to a chair

She'd emptied out his jar
and his last good cigarillo
Shouldn't a brought her
she's serving time
Bambino in his care

He met her in a bar
in San Pellegrino
He said she'd be a star
what the hell did he know?
Jared San Miguel Oct 2014
I've never been addicted to anything.
A couch and a beer is home with you.
Cigarillo smoke is better when shared.

But I've never been addicted to anything.
Your skin electrifies my senses.
I hallucinate your voice when my mind is free.

Well… I can quit when ever I want.
Your lips make me shake at night.
Your eyes give me the nods.

I just don’t want to right now.
I’ll fight all the demons
for another bowl of you.

Anything, anything for another hit.
Your curves are crystal.
Your smile is nicotine.  

I've never been addicted to anything.
But my mind is full of the thought
of what cold turkey would do to me.
call me momma Sep 2016
We lived through song.
Church hymns, jazz, and folk music.
We jirated, danced, and moved to any beat we could.
Because when we moved, our minds were at peace.
We didn't think.
Didn't think of our children being murdered.
Beaten.
Lynched.
Burned.

White America will tell us that period of history is over.
But I know it to be untrue.

Because I still see our children being murdered.
Killed in cold blood.
Left to bleed out in the streets.
Only this time,
people aren't gathering in groups.
They're not rioting against us.


Happening all over the globe,
cops are turning into murderers.

A boy who stole a cigarillo,
shot dead point blank in the head.

A man with an open carry permit,
shot in the chest with his baby in the back seat.

A woman going to jail for a broken headlight,
hung by jail guards.

I don't recognize my country anymore.
i just needed to get some feelings out tbh
Francie Lynch Apr 2016
I used to find a pop bottle
And cash it in for a two-cent grab-bag.
Three could get me a five-cent
Wine-dipped cigarillo
To smoke in the dug-out on a Sunday afternoon
With my best friend.
We went door-to-door
Collecting bottles, clothes-hangers and baskets,
Get fifteen cents and play a game in the pool hall;
We traded old Supermans for older Batmans.
Successive generations decrie
Their loss of innocence,
But this one tweets, twitters and instas;
I see ultra-sounds of small penises, and more.
There goes the last surprise.
I'd rather loose innocence than privacy,
For after that,
All you've left
Is the skin of your teeth.
Mitchell Jun 2018
My eyes are the shapes
Of avocado pits
Silver as a new peso
Blue as the Pacific
On the first day of summer

That's what
Madre says.

My arms are fat
Like pork *****
Plump and squishy
They're tanned like
Padre's work boots
He shines them
Every night
Con un cigarillo in
The right corner of his mouth

If madre is asleep
And I wake to ***
He's usually out there
Lit by the cornmeal porch light
The cow milk moon
The bullet-riddled sky

Ey boy, he calls out to me in a whisper
I say nothing
I just go

He picks me up
Like a small dog
Or a fat cat and
Puts me on his knee

You know we going soon? he asks me

I shake my head no, saying nothing

Beyond those hills. Over them.

He blows a thin river of smoke through his lips
The air is still
The smoke hovers there, uninterrupted

He takes his cigarillo from his mouth
Hovers it over my fresh, soft caterpillar lips

Open your mouth boy. Breathe in.

I do what I'm told.

Smoke. Fire. Burning.

I start to cough
Padre's hand is over my mouth
He laughs as he pats my back
With the palm
Of his other hand

The inside of the hand
That covers my mouth
Tastes like tobacco
Tastes like dirt
Tastes like the salts of salt
Tastes like work

You ok, he chuckles, You ok boy.

He wipes a tear from my cheek
I look into his meditative eyes
They are jagged, creased, as if
There is a silent earthquake of fear
Rumbling inside of him right there

Where we going? I ask

New home. He coughs
Jams the cigarillo back in his mouth
Gray smoke rolls over his face
He does not blink

Our new home, he says.
KD Miller Sep 2015
undated

Autumnal leaf air,
with the historical cut of princetonian guile
I walk toward the dull exonerated street
she looks heavenward; asks for a cigarillo
   tahiti bean
we never questioned our being,
        we just floated and
the capsicum katana slicing our
      corneas into julienne,
I tell her I can't, I quit,
never knowing quite what to do
smoking in june outside a wedding with the boys
she cuts me off, fast it's back to
thinking of  melting flower pots and broiled
   confectioner's sugar in my tiptoe mind-
   my toes are flat on the ground I walk with a gait,
          lifting my heels as if i myself seemed an aristocratic soul
                                                             I look up
                                                                  she has walked away
                                                                                              toward the
                                                                                                          candy store
to buy licorice
Tommy Johnson Jul 2014
Copyrights and patents
"What up reality?"
"Whatch you got for me today?"
The Marksman ****** on his cigarillo
His voice was distinct
A whirring voice
Vocable word choices
A man of great aptitude
Never blinked, never winced
With acute paranoia
And a metallic nucleus
Daft
He heard voices
Egging him on
Baiting him
Taking ****
Nuisances
"How's the ulcer oh glorious gunman?"
They said
"Hurts doesn't it?"
"Ready to give out?"
"Put that plastic bag on your head and end it"
The Marksman pivoted and headed toward the kitchen
And made a stew of whatever he could find under the sink
And ate it
"Hail to the chief and send my complements to the chef!"
He put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger
He was buried and had the most dignifying funeral I ever had the privilege of attending

      -Tommy Johnson
tattered flags, wedding dress trains
white fringe, cached in dirt road
like baggy jeans, converse worn like religion.
Stockholm syndrome, always ran away

never left home, delicately telling
time wearing, down eight years
down in the basement, duct-tape cuffed
to a chair, bandage torn off slow

like a drag, on a thick cigarillo
from fat lips, fat teeth
fat, you know the drill
ear didn't clover though, despite her Irish eyes

she isn't lucky, enough
to have scars, that we can see
green with liberty
she is tall, held fire until it shattered

in '17, now she has flash backs
when men in black, held a pen
to her nose and clicked, now
she's just a rumor,

"I hear she used to represent freedom"

"I never knew her"

I believe,
if the statue of liberty had a voice;
and she does...

I believe,
if the statue of liberty had red heels;
she could run...

I believe,
if the statue of liberty was a mother;
and she was,

she would have died,
a loud, running, mother,
too young.
If there was a sword that cut the knot
I never got the joke

never smoked a cigarillo or
blew blue rings that curled like arms
around a girl I knew.

Took some different winding track which
took me back through vocal chords
Christmastime and leaping Lords
and apples in the stockings hanging
from the
mantlepiece.

and when the black cat got my tongue
it made me swear,
not much fun when dad found out
a clout and bed
no supper,
though fed up,
how strange.

That merry dance down the river banks
splashing through the stepping stones.

What now?

creaking bones that tell the tales
of ships that sailed
of dockyard nights and when
Northern lights shone in my eyes
to me it was no great surprise
I loved it all.
Watching the fog as it lifts clear of the day is
like watching a life drifting slowly away,
slowly meandering
hither and yon
( hither and yon are words soon to be gone)

and a Mexican with a mandolin
pulls on a cigarillo
as he pops a cloud with a pin,

daydreams and Sunday

Church

in this house of a higher creation
it's half past six and time to
get your skates on,
ps
Babylon does not come after Epsilon
but it's all Greek
which is nice,
Now really peep the game though
Gotta change my scenario
Sit back and charge a cigarillo
Stop ******* with them kilos
Hopped from a Benzo to low low
Glasshouse with the pokin' 84s
Foes is hoppin'  guns is poppin'
Body droppin'
Once I let off aint non stoppin'
Claimin' I'm insanity in these streets
Wish I never met pistol pete
Cuz of life he greets
In the presence of where
Darkness meets
And enemies love to compete
But everyday is a battle
Stuck In a. Give with 24 **** hours to live
Yeah


So beautiful life used to be
Well hell naw lets turned
Back to slavery
Where all of my peeps used to see
Bright and sunnt
Locked in whips and chains
For the entertainment industry
Now that I gotten a little wiser
My mind explodes like a geyser
On the earth in the wind
Blowin fire hot as a dryer
To my flows I kick ya desire
Many rhymes come in a style
Been a wild since I was a child
Played foul never did I smile
I'm givin sonic booms like guile
Been while
Since I step on the scene
Mean as Joe Greene
Aimmin' macks at soft peens
Being a hero ain't what it really means.and it seems
No matter how hard I fight live
I only got 24 mo' to give 24 hours to live
I'm a stand on top, while I'm at the bottom of the rock, my dock,
Of the bay, yo what they say, what they say, I'm a spit it like Otis,
Driving in a Lotus, yosef dont loose focus, magic ****, hocus pocus,
Who could out loc us, I'm Frank Lucas blaze my soul to the buddha,
Getting mad Goudda, that's cheese so just relax and breath,
So you can recieve, the deadly intrigue, empresses I breed,
Check the sights of my seeds, even could be felt in the afterlife needs,
My babies, it's so crazy, I'm off the head like JFK or MLK,
Wait excuse me for that say, mercy mercy mercy, Lord just dont curse me,
I know the hearses around me, sharks leeching for me,
But ain't blood to see, in the seas, I lay more rhymes than the trees,
To leaves, on the branches, sticking to my membrane, so insane,
Go against the grain, black Caesar, bruise a chick, cuz I'm a pleaser,
Ghost as Ebenezer, after im done, then I'm a leave her, leave her,
Make her a believer, its G O D status legendary, take sin to my cemetery,
It's all gravy, this for my lady, chicana loca baby let's cha cha,
Standin like the Godfather, haters kiss my rings, while I make a sting,
Selling y'all careers, while my money soak up ya tears, no fear,
I'm living by, how when I'm the pie, fools chasing crumbs only left to die,
Grimy source, mixtape corpse, but watch me bring back a life source,
Of course, I'm chilling in Belize low breeze, wife beater and my khakis,
No longer chasing keys, I got the master key, to unleash all of misery,
Company, cops cant even touch me, I'm free like Cosby, tried to rob me,
Causing I called dibs on NBC, black man crucified for the industry,
Shady me, I'm just another bear, stingy with the honey, word to the Commies,
Groucho Marx personality, so why yall cats tryna battle me,
I'll leave ya thoughts on E, that's empty that means bullets shooting freely,
Deliver like Mr McFeely, in ya neighborhood and there I stood,
Holding my black wood, cigarillo I hold so thoro, haters still gotta borrow,
Just to make it glow, yo I spit it from the soul, dig the divine vessels,
Yall taking steroids, but still got no muscle, trust I could out touch,
Any ******* on the beat, I could **** a beat, and not get charged,
On a repeat, thats double jeopardy bombarded ya legacy,
I'm a mic barbarian, following the gusto of wind, theres war up again, again,
time for me to position,
Catch Kyle listening, tell me when to snipe within, my range it's so strange,
How muthafuckas use ya name, but barely know ya name,
I could light a flame, of a frame without proper aim, danger man,
Mystical with the principle, I draw thoughts from the spiritual, homicidal,
Cant escape the visual, cover the issue, break bread from here to Brussells,
Fools I slide like Byron Russell,  watch for the MJ when I take the game away,
Its blood on the horn, watch for the thorn, circling in the eye of storm,
I walk straight, amongst the rap turbulence true artist, signed independent,
See the distance, got em breaking see em shaking, got em baking,
Ya bodies oven, 380 degrees which means, you caught the germs, of the deaths sneeze, please believe,
I'm climb to top like Clark, Expedition see these haters whispering,
Mumbling cuz they know I be crumbling, iron micz, blow like dynamite,
Beirut up on ya sight, it's like that, so be ready to fight for a might,
I battled shogun, with hoochie nuns, drink crown, and chew bubblegum,
I'm on a different drum, follow the voices that hum, slain a kingdom,
See the outcome, theres too many laying in the battlefield, best fights I've held, without raising my shield,
Yeah and that's real, 48 laws of original power, minds I devour,
A lion airing out these cowards, I draw more critics Stern like Howard,


P
David boyer Jul 2018
I step out into the cold night,
the town creeks under a blanket of Fahrenheit diamond.
the smoke from my cigarillo wraps around my face,
pleasing the senses with the aroma of tobacco
and wood stoves glowing in the January night.
an ally cat passes in to the night,
I sip from a bottle cognac, as it coats my tongue and warms a breath.
the sound of jazz drifts in the air, leaning against a street light,
waiting for the 2 am freight, and a hi ball ride out west.
bags packed light and foolish, a whistle blows, snow set in.
I hop my car and head in to the darkness
to see new places.not knowing where I'm bound
She ****** in the cigarillo smoke
I ****** in my chest and
in my best accent
said
'hi honey'
she
looked at me for a moment
and sent
me packing

exhaling
my belly bounced to the floor
came back in
and
bounced once more

not funny
I'm boning up on my chat up line
it's about time too, someone said, 'you
should have done it years ago'
Vincent Singer Sep 2018
When I step outside the
Air’s thick like molasses,

The asphalt of our driveway
Appears to melt and steam
And be this sort of semi-liquid,

I half expect my dad’s car to
Get stuck as he’s pulling out for
Work, but he leaves without
Any lasting imprint,

I wave goodbye and walk back
To the garage for my bike,

Every plant and animal
Is lush and thriving
At this time, basking in
The conditions,

The grass is thick like buffalo fur,
And near the lakes, cattail springs up
Like hormonal teenagers,

Blue Dasher dragonflies
Hunt mosquitoes on
Purple Loosestrife,

Fox Squirrels burrow
Maple Seed inside of
Quaking Aspens,

Rhubarb grows wild beneath
Fields of electrical lines,





I spend these days riding down
The Bass Ponds hill to throw
Molotov Cocktails made from
Mini bottles and lawnmower
Gas,

I go to the Mall of America and toss
Orange Julius onto W.W.E conventions,

I stare at a man who wears a Vietnam veterans
Hat and smokes a cigarillo inside of McDonalds,
Threatening to shoot everyone inside,

I break into my old middle school and
Hoist chairs onto the desks like a poltergeist,

I am in baseball tournaments
And pick-up basketball games,

I swim in lakes, rivers and ***** ponds,

I impersonate mothers over the
Phone when my friends get caught
Stealing and the owner wants to handle
It without the authorities,

I stand on a pedestrian bridge
And spit on cars that are caught
In evening traffic,

I hear Cricket frogs howling for
Their lover as the summer quiets,

I watch the sundown string
Out like warm caramel,

The end to this long strand
Of sunset is the nighttime,

When the moon and stars
Flicker into distant vibrancy,

Where coolness settles in, and
Headlights become necessary,

I return home to see the driveway
As a pitch black mass without a car,

So I go inside, take a shower, and
Remember when I used to swim into
Bathtub laboratories as a child,

When I rose to the top I saw my mom
Blurred because of the shower door, sitting
On the toilet with a book in her hand,

She made sure to laugh when I laughed,
And always asked what I discovered
While on my journey down below,

I made sure to pretend that one of
My toys was the stolen linchpin
To some world-destroying device
That would have put our lives in
Jeopardy,  

I haven’t taken a bath since she died,
So when I leave the shower I know she
Won’t be there and I know the world
Is in danger, but I’m not sure if he is
Back yet, so I tiptoe to the top of the
Stairs in my towel and listen for him,

After getting dressed I make a
Grilled cheese and eat it with
Potato chips,

I sit on the head of the couch
So my peripherals will catch
Any signs from the street,

The night is getting old and
The cars driving by become
Few and far between,

Nearly every pair of headlights
I see is either from a semi-truck
Or squad car,

At this point I decide to stand outside,
Thinking that if I’m out there I’ll act
As a sort of magnet,  




By my front door I see moths become
Icarus, fluttering too close to the porch
Light, soon to be cracked by their fusion
To the bulb,

I am pacing now and imagine
Him nodding off on his barstool,
Setting his sights on a third
Nightcap being served by a tender
That is desperate for tips
And isn’t worried about his drive,

He’s crashed before, and I’ve been
In the car with him when he’s
Swerved off the road,

I’ve told him to watch out and
Stop and that’s a red light more
Times than I can count,

I wave goodbye to him every
Morning as a reminder that I’m
Here and alive, and that I’m
Waiting for him to make it back
With his headlights on,  

When I finally see a car turning
Onto my street, I run toward
It so fast I feel as though there
Are wings on my back.
No more
cigar, cigarette cigarillo
don't smoke no more legal ****
ain't chasing a dragon
don't speed me up the street
oh my god I'll tell you though
My Zippo is litigated to candle
Travis Green Jun 2022
I pine for a hypnotic nonchalant night
With you, in the charming sparkling starlight
In the magical enrapturing moonlight
Enshrouded in your bright lights
And high life, I eye your blossoming
Melodic body, press my palms
Against your astonishing ardent arms

Your colossally artistic chest and abs
I kiss and grab your youthful untameable shoulders
I lick you like jello, smoke your soul like a cigarillo
I hold you close to my bouncing buoyant *******
Rub your head, twirl my fingers
On your blooming groomed beard

Relax into your mantastically rapturous craft
Cherish your fashionable freshtastic majesty
Immaculate tatted up thugness
****, lover boy, you got me far gone
On your grippingly irresistible build
Your sinfully skillful and silky lips

You got my world swirling everywhere
I can’t stop stealing a stare at your shine
Your attractive masculine ***
So ******* bad like Michael Jackson
You enwrap me in your keen sensuous passion
So grandly manly and entrancing

You are too dope and macho
The kinda, untouchable lovable Romeo
That has my heart caught up
In your fiery and uncontrollable rollercoaster
I am so hot and wild about
Your gratifying lawless sauciness

Your ever-growing dopetastic galaxy
Slays my life force, makes me rejoice
In your constant ****** euphoria
I want to be your solace
Provide relentless tenderness
To your sweet masculine dimension
Green roof Nov 5
Enjoy 3 hours of folk rock https://youtu.be/8szKua7v5z4

1 Acid for thirst

The siren sounds
more black gold has been found
underground
and they'll all cheer
there's work for 100 years
oh my dear

we play this game
of supposed give and take
never the same
this earth will not remain
oh the high stakes
we're making a mistake

hold on
hold on my precious
hold on tight
these fumes just might
make you unconscious
and destroy the earth

don't give birth
acid for thirst


2 The servant

The silence in the room
when you entered with his ale
can't last with all the rumors
now your face is pale

hunted by your master
haunted from within
you slept with his main mistress
a haunting vile sin

you mostly minded your duties
when you are serving him
mostly minded your manners
but she was pretty and thin

in the castle with your mistress
late that night
forge a plan in the wilderness
to join the other clan


3 For you to I am

Who to I am
for who to I am

I wanted to win
but only one or two win
that all really depends
on how it's random
not randomly chosen
but perfect timing

who to I am
who to I am
I am who I am

who to I am
I am who I am

hey what I saw
can't be staged again
for who to I am
I am who I am
I am who I am

I am who I am
I am who who I am

from out of the blue
took me to the barn
father had stepped into
a bounty of questions
if not only for this time
wondering who I've become
now a fagger and writer
having moved into town


4 The kite

I fly my kite
into the stormy night
and you say you can fly like an eagle
but no I doubt you could

I stop when I see
my kite flying away from me
and so tough was my string
but no match for stormy winds

I try to follow
but I lose sight
and my regret
because it was my favorite

by light of lightning I can see
now my kite is in a tree
and you are my only hope
but how I’ve doubted you so


5 Gifted

Your not yourself
nor are you chilled now
change your style
you frightened child

this path is the right one
it leads out of the storm
try using your mind more
to control all variables

you're not gifted
you haven't been given the gift yet
or is it
just practice


6 FON

I can see you through gloomy haze
with your dog FON licking your face
pieced with rings numbering in 8
thinking less is more not more is great

and I don't like you anymore
but I still like freak of nature

goodbye gloomy day
I hope you find your loving mate
to find good love you must wait
because this one has gone on his way

and I don't like you anymore
but I still like freak of nature

you were right I was in the wrong
but in a similar light you are shown
like the attic's light bulb I forgot I turned on
wasted light till filament is gone


7 Battle line

Can you see the battle line

oh poor friend a letter I will send
to light your way in your existential circumstance
all your life you've been searching yet to find
a fine thin line in your direction

and boy it's coming to you
after times gone wrong
it's been much too long
a path winding up a spiral in the sun

and you'll no longer feel the strife
so I'll no longer need to write

and boy it's coming to you
listen I'll tell you what to do
can you see the battle line
can you see that battle line
cross it for a better life
can you see the battle line
I think now is your time


8 Sweet sensation

You found me yes I know
you found me yes I know
and you seek to be consoled
and you seek to be consoled

and you know that you know right
and you know you have insight
still you seek to be consoled
still you seek to be consoled

I see a part of you
in my sweet sensational gloom
and you see a part of me
I myself can not see

in my sweet sensation
in my sweet sensation
in my sweet sensation

and I'd like to say to you
for God's sake have some patience
but I blow up next to you
because I have no patience
and I take it personally
why the hell do you hurt me
it could be that sensitivity is too much
oh why the hell have I backfired


9 Crazy street

I walk down crazy street
you never know who you’re going to meet
there’s only two Jehovah's in the city
and I guess they have caught up to me

can we come over one evening
to discuss a bible reading
I’m intoxicated by the tension
I can no longer politely hold their attention

that’s one good thing about the city
there’s never a lack of random reality
an offering of the person worth taking
experience what they unknowingly were preparing

and I come home feeling happy
thinking tomorrow is another day
to walk on through crazy street
and see strangers along the way


10 Earthy throne

Hearts and bones, teeth and stone
all my earthly wonders
all my earthly blunder
all may cast away in a day

sit on my earthly throne
how could my life service
not be consoled

tonight we are concealed
and content with what we know
by first light we are revealed
we will bend but we won't bow

undone by guilty fun
we regress but no one knows
it's high time that we are combined
with some burly antidote

hearts and bones, teeth and stone
all my earthly wonders
all my earthly blunder
all may cast away in a day

sit on my earthly throne
how could my life service
not be consoled

outdone and so construed
we possess only what we can bear
given that I am first to be served
I've been given what's only fair

it's high tide and first full moon
we may be reluctant to begin a year
while sympathetic to what's pathetic
we see ourselves coming to an end


11 Winter solstice

Into the light
that shines so bright
leave mankind behind
for another midnight
but the time is nigh
to dream of fears and fantasize
going nearer to die
I will sleep and I will rise

and it's sunny on this Earth
for another midnight winter solstice
last night I saw the lunar eclipse
I had never seen before
and it won't happen for
400 years or more

mornings are so weary
and sometimes are so dreary
but I know I must rise
to fetch the morning prize

once upon a midnight dreary
I came home to find a query
pondering times I'm not fond
I'd like to know before the dawn


12 Get your wings clipped

Calling all members
all those I remember
having met last December
in the cold of winter

now witness two doves in love
fly fly home
whereabouts unknown
this I condone for evermore
and get your wings clipped
don't fly no more

we sit in a circle
with the tea steeping in the kettle
we chant our prayer to thee
that we learned from a missionary

put some more water
on the hot rocks in the centre
you spoke in tongues
don't know what you meant
but it enhances the experience


13 Come back to me

Come back to me
oh my soul

bottom line this one's for sure
beading bottom baby there's no turning back
I try to make up my mind
but you know there's no turning back

Come back to me


14 V for victory

When we are
swinging from our
trees of memories
we remember all we need

when we see our
endless sequence
of our ancestry
we remember all we need

soon or later
you'll find yourself a dream that's real
I have not not have a dream

victory or the grave
victory over the dream


15 Federal volunteer

I've come far from the east
to silence the half breeds
to restore both love and peace
I do these for free
I am but a volunteer
now on the western frontier
with great pain have traveled to the plains
but I am not well trained

it took us forever
to travel through winter weather
if an omen of what may come
I can say I am done
to travel home oh my dear
I've never felt this fear

the metis have great grievance
and great perseverance
I hear they can be most mischievous
I hope they are not too much of a nuisance
right now my hope is with this pen
as I write to you my friend
I'll be coming home but don't know when
or will I not survive until the end


16 A simple outing

On his way to corner store
a simple outing with a toonie once more
wondering if there is anything on the shelves
hoping their not out of cigarillos

all these sights and sounds
on his part of town
makes him glad

help a lady cross the road
it was on his way plus she looked old
help a single mother with the door
it's kind of hard to do he thought with stroller

and for all these sights and sounds
he's willing to help out
because it makes him glad

for his cigarillo
he was short the tax levy
he took a community penny
he couldn't help but feel
in dept to society
he walked home
his heart so heavy

his single bachelor life
he thought he'd have no strife
but he finds out how


17 Familiar avenue

Hindsight
in your mind
passes by
without a cry
because you use your time
not to rewind
but to find
how to be kind

to yourself be true
a familiar avenue
of that which promised you
it's good fortune
and silence will be owed
to anyone of those
who conscientiously chose
to oppose

who, who you are
has worked so far
don't tear it apart
and the rhythm
of your heart
to keep up with them
is that of a star
and time and space
in your current state
and at your current pace
is simply great
and the science behind your moods
has not yet been proved
but theories point to
the effects of the moon
when writing what's on your mind
thoughts become words and words become lines
and through effort and time comes rhythm and rhyme
and the title that you chose to represent your prose
completes the message for those who will read your poem
to yourself be true a familiar avenue
of that which promised you it's good fortune
and silence will be owed to any one of those
who consciously chose to oppose


18 To have faith in you

I know I am not sure
to have faith in you
when we are without it
when we are together


19 Yonder rider comes

In disguise
show your secrets
show your lies

look yonder horizon rider come
his mask the darkened moon it's you he shuns
hark the larks cry out in ascent
leaving you in solitude to repent

undecided
the mind makes up for you
what you have denied
becomes the truth
becomes the truth

look yonder horizon rider come
his mask the darkened moon it's you he shuns
hark the larks cry out in ascent
leaving you in solitude to repent

in disguise
show your secrets
show your lies


20 Shark attack

When we are together
we are searching for treasure
late last night I found pleasure
from waking from a dream in my chamber

that was just a dream
that was just a dream
that was just a dream
that was just a dream

endless sailing windless sea
drifting into eternity
fins of sharks are circling me
ignoring the school of herring

that was just a dream
that was just a dream
that was just a dream
that was just a dream


21 Life, death & rebirth

Hot flash in the night sky
a brilliant light right before my eye
it begins then it's over
find the end supernova
in the east meteor showers
full moon rise the sacred hour
I am here in the universe
I am here on planet Earth
I am here to observe
life, death and rebirth

I am here in the universe
I am here on planet Earth
I am here to observe
life, death and rebirth


22 THC

Change of season
changing my mind
and my reason
behind THC

Should I **** and have
psychosi

I once thought
this is one hell of a curse
why can't I stop
it's only going to get worse
before
I leave this earth

Undecided
should I be upset or excited
I should make up my mind
before
I run
out of time

that's how I roll
in and out of storms
because I've gone wrong
on my own
and it's a major toll
on my mind

I'm not invited
because I'm undecided


23 Hey now

Force a man to relocate
to the opposite of his abundance
force a man to hate
all that is of his real opposite
force a man to know
that forces cause him to dwell upon it
force him real slow
so he will have time to think about it

and now and now
said I said I

and now and now
said I said I

I thought too hard
I thought about what everyone else got
I thought by god there has got to be something
better than what I got
I thought I'd make a new start
then I found it was too hard
is there anything else left to say
you don't know what you've got but a cliché

hey now hey now
said I said I

and now
said I said I


24 Days grow short

Days grow short
before our savior's birth
when winter solstice tilts the Earth
then days grow long
it won't be long till winter is gone
then I'll remember where I belong

and the winter says
and the summer says

night and day
it's black and white and sometimes gray
depending on where on the Earth you stay
day and night
you know something just ain't right
when you think that something is wrong
with your sight

and the winter goes
and the summer returns

I was told that a serious crime unfolds
every time you curse the lord
I thought man that's rough
isn't God strong enough
he does the seasons
why can't he shrug it off

and the winter comes
the summer shows up


25 Twenty years old

I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one

some may say one last dance
one may say it hurts your inheritance
one may say everything is alright
one may say welcome here to paradise

life is more than a good life
life is more than a good night

we wave goodbye
to you
and though
we may be shy
just goes to show what's good for you

I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one
I'm twenty years old said the big one


26 Tokens

Hark the token of Christian past
a Columbus knight with a funny mustache
his symbolic sword shiny and smooth
if I blaspheme will it be used

hark the token of the *******
thirty tattoos and they still want more
devils and skulls and witch's spells
are they celebrating going to hell?

hark the token of the atheist
a circle with a slash and a crucifix
believing in God they do cringe
will science ever prove the existence of him?

hark the token before all
that a caveman drew on the wall
men and women with their arms in the air
were they fighting or dancing there?

these are not tokens of gratitude
for other reasons they are used
when you see a token don't jump to conclude
that yours are much better that would be rude

for Nasa's fleet it was the man on the moon
for killing whales it is a harpoon
impact of tokens can be large or small
what is your most beloved of all


27 Old man

And the sun dried over
and the sun dried over
oh God have you forgot
what this place means to me

there's an old man
he was my next of kin
he told me a story one day
he said this is how I will begin

he said "I once was"
"I once was"
"I once was"
"I once was"

he had a younger lady
for a wife for a long long time
she was my grandma dear
and we got along just fine

she said "can you remember?"
"can you remember?"
"can you remember?"
"can you remember?"

I was between them
but I tried to not pick sides
and they weren't ashamed when
I showed them what I was trying to hide

they said "you're alright"
"you're alright"
"you're alright"
"you're alright"

and the sun dried over
and the sun dried over
oh God
have you forgot
what this place means to me
what this place means to me


28 I grow wise

And life is a peculiar thing
so give me your hand and take this ring

I grow wise and weary
I grow wise and worry
that if you think too much
you'll be begging for mercy
and asking people to set you free
believe me
believe me

life's too hot to hold
too expensive to be sold

I grow wise and weary
I grow wise and worry
that if you think too much
you'll be begging for mercy
and asking people to set you free
believe me
believe me

some people like to be well known
and to each their own

I grow wise and weary
I grow wise and worry
that if you think too much
you'll be begging for mercy
and asking people to set you free


29 Tacit

My expression of love
is a tacit expression
recognized by someone
leaving an unknown impression

my impression of you
is a great first impression
based on what I choose to assume
having not had conversation


30 My story

Highlight of my day
going for Tim Horton's coffee
but no donuts I stay away
if I roll up to win a donut
I will have been led astray

highlight of my life
waking up for an afternoon delight
***** magazine or just from memory
if you know what I mean
then I hope you're not ashamed of me

I don't work and this is my story
you're probably wondering
what I do for money
I get social assistance but mostly
I collect CPP disability

my day's work is a half hour at the gym
I have the schedule to be sure that the hot tub's working
I assume those ladies have been taken
who actively take their youngsters swimming
I catch the news at 6 because at 10 I'll be in bed
I do prefer listening to Peter Mansbridge
and when he retires I'm going to regret it

I don't work and this is my story
you're probably wondering
what I do for money
I get social assistance but mostly
I collect CPP disability

I don't work and this is my story
you're probably wondering
what I do for money
I get social assistance but mostly
I collect CPP disability

I don't work and this is my story
you're probably wondering
what I do for money
I get social assistance but mostly
I collect CPP disability


31 Bi blows

I'd like to say to you
I know you don't think you stink like glue
but you're sticking like glue when I'm next to you
stuck to you and hurting me

you might run show when my boss is in Quantemo
maybe I can make a suggestion
this store is a joke there's no contemplation

so don't tell me when I am humming a song
that I am an employee that is wrong

roshambo I'll send you
a momento when I send you
to Guantanamo bay prison
maybe in a million years
you will be risen

in that time I think I will
conclude that you have a major attitude
because you think you are an ethic surpriser
just because your brother is a district supervisor

you said to me "if you drink like a man you've got to work like one"
I like to work but when there's nothing to do that's no fun
needless to say I left at one


32 Head on my shoulders

The head on my shoulders
much better than some other fellas
how do I know this?
I've put some to the test

how I'm feeling
as I go through my navigations
life's been stolen
sea serpent from the deeps

what do you want me to see
all the colours look good on me
what do you want me to think
gray, orange, yellow, pink

head on my shoulders
much better than some other fellas
how do I know this?
I've put some to the test

but how I'm feeling
as I'm going through my navigations
life's been stolen
sea serpent from the depths

what do you want me to have found
when you move up and I move down
in the wake of separate
I think of something I dare not say

the head on my shoulders
much better than some other fellas
how do I know this?
I've put some to the test

but how I'm feeling
as I'm going through my navigations
life's been stolen
sea serpent from the west

what do you want me to do
I still dream of you
what do you want me to think
I think of you, I think of you

the head on my shoulders
much better than some other fellas
how do I know this?
I've put some to the test

the way I'm feeling
as I'm going through my navigations
life's been stolen
sea serpent from the depths

head on my shoulders
much better than some other fellas
how do I know this?
I've put some to the test

how I'm feeling
as I'm going through my navigations
life's been stolen
sea serpent from the depths


33 Seer

Lay my head upon the sofa
and my legs upon a stool
and you know nothing is forever
and you know nothing is for sure
cut my hair into quarter sections
so that I have an origin
sing my songs for miles of mountains
even though they can hardly hear

in my seer
in my seer
I see a sound
like a mountain
I see a sound
like a mountain

I have lost interest in woman
until the right one has come along
I've spent an hour reading textbook
and I've spent an hour writing a song
and I've lost all that I've missed out
and I've lost all that I can not find
so I visit my seer
and he says things will turn out fine

in my seer
in my seer
I see a sound
like a mountain
I see a sound
like a mountain


34 Friends till the end

When is the end
when would you say it's drawing near
I guess that depends
depends on a lot of things

what's good in a year?
there must be a lot of things
that you hold dear
let's make a list and compare

how about friends till the end
friends till the end of things
friends till the end
friends till we're running scared
I've seen you've dressed to impress
dressed like an empress
dressed to impress
dressed like an empress
I once knew what was new
knew what was new but now I don't know
I thought I could tell
from the outer shell

friends till the end
friends till the end of things
friends till the end
friends till we're running scared


35 Hard times

Used to think in my bed
racing thoughts through my head
what does it matter when I'm older
what does it matter when I'm dead

would have liked to eat but wasn't fed
sometimes no response to something I said
I've levied the thought of passing over
protection to those who might be bled

would be best if you get involved
so that this scenario is resolved
with time and vice it will be possible
to answer this equation with hidden variables

what does it matter when I'm older
what does it matter when I'm dead
I've levied the thought of passing over
protection to those who might be bled


36 Millennial

I do see some
who struggle
and who may fit this song
I am one
a millennial
whose got things wrong
with a struggling song

and why do open eyes
seemed abandoned when
they begin again
to make some sense
for their life
oh the strife
of going into debt
of trying to pay rent
they're on their knees
asking please

please just let us be
or let me live in peace
life is not all what it's cracked up to be
it's plain to see
they were told to be
whatever they wanted to be
and to follow their dream

please just let me be
or let me die in peace
or get everything for free
everything for free
everything for free


37 Endless winter

Summer is here and isn't that great
still I hibernate
holidays should be fun
still I hide from the sun
endless winter

all my years forgotten
now I've reached the bottom
summer and time blowing away
day after day
endless winter

and it rains and rains
still you can't tell if it's summer
sleep all day
soon June will be over

then one night when everyone is asleep
you go to the backyard to smoke some tea
you remember an opportunity
you look forward to fulfilling that need

summer arrived
a little late this year
summer arrived
a little late this year


38 Bull in the matador

On your ride with your newly found blunder
now look just yonder the rider draws closer
dagger in hand with a red and white and blue wrist band
he draws ever close

he said he wanted to live
but vengeance is of the divine
it happens every time
mention something about one love
who he is is not known to him
that's reaper's grim

hot and dry mouth
no arrow in the quiver
I'll head due south
in the here and now or the after
buy your holy indulgences
for your own sake

Jesus came to take sin away
so if I don't sin
he would have came for nothing
hallelujah
that's bull in the matador

trust your instincts
forget what you were ever told when you
were a boy
because you are hand in hand
with a red and white and blue wristband
don't say you were ever warned


39 Grizzly man

Your mind is so excited
you'll experience it
you don't have to be reminded
now the moment
the moment of showdown
the moment of truth
now only time will tell
only time will tell

now time stands still as a platform
this sturdy building safe from the storm
this moment is yours now don't change your
course
focus your energy on feeling so blissful
feeling so blissful

the tides have turned in your favor
the nature's weather becomes your pleasure
speaking in tongues your blissful thoughts run
you repeat your mantra as a voice whispers "I gotcha"
as a voice whispers "I gotcha"


40 Polar bear penguin

In mind your sign
into your life
the cross hurts all the time
your mind decides

into x nails
onboard it entails
just how long my friend
polar bear penguin

know what is alright
know what is the night
choose the one you love
decide what you're made of

the path before you lies
the man behind you lies
you must travel now
the path is laid out


41 To enter or not to enter

To enter or not to enter
to mix and share with others
and when do you suppose we can
retrace to where this all began

what do you think is happening here
it's too much to even get air
and why do you wonder all the time
you can't pick sides you are mine


42 Smooth flowing blood

Once I get the initial surge in my blood
I can attempt just about anything
once I have prepared myself physically
with a belief in an attempt

for that moment that moment of truth
only to yield redemption
for that moment in which I had no voice
no smooth flowing blood

only an initial surge of adrenaline
which yields a belief in an attempt
yields a belief in an attempt


43 Take break

When I get frustrated
I take a break take another look
when I get frustrated
I take a break take another look

and I
I take another look
and I
I kind of feel like I must have wrote this book

I can see
what I missed
I can go slow and use my time
I can see what I miss
I can go slow and use my time

when I see yours truly
I circumvent most purely
it's plain to see your sitting
on the beach ya sitting

and I
I think about holding on
and I
I think that I must have wrote this song

I can see
what I missed
I can go slow and use my time
I can see
what I miss
I can go slow and use my time


44 Deliberation

He doesn't know the ground from the clouds
his only hope
is to find someone like you
here he comes now
he's heard the sounds that your beauty sing
and he has searched and finally found

I'm not saying that he's something like me
because I can discern the clouds from the
leaves
but yes I've lied we have our similarities
all because you are something I also need

when every warrior has met it's match
the victorious hero receives his catch
I'm no hero because I'm afraid of death
we'll see when I'm older but don't hold your breath

I've got more brains than a chameleon so I am ahead of him
in line for your heart
I'm a big fish in a little pond which they
have planned expansion
your time is nigh you've seen my limitations
the ball is on your side what be your deliberation


45 Visit

Chill out about whatever it is
that's doing whatever there is that's
bothering you
there are no scars what is the fuss all about
what to do what to do
about whatever is bothering you
what is it about you that
is this all about
about how long before a breakthrough
and a smile and a grin
and how is it that relaxation
sets in
right about now
ya here we go again

and we don't stop never
don't ever want to stop
never

I'll come and visit
I'll come and visit
it's not your time yet
so why you waiting

I'll come and visit
I'll come and visit
it's not your time yet
so why you waiting

I'll come and visit
I'll come and visit
it's not your time yet
so why you waiting

I'll come and visit
I'll come and visit
it's not your time yet
so why you waiting


46 Count the silos

Count the signs as they go by
see them go
one, two, three, four, five
we will stop at Duck Lake
that's half the way to P.A.
where we'll stop to see
Great Grandmère and Great Aunty

on the boat
with crashing waves
hope I don't die
pick some dry reeds to smoke
for when we have a big ol' fire
and I just became a man
see I caught a crayfish in my hand
my face is red laying in my bed
because I snuck some Royal red

and back we go
now count how many silos
every year to and fro
never the same number of those


47 Heaven could come between us

Hold you in the sky
watch you fall watch you fly
if you couldn't touch the stars
if you dropped from heaven above

we need
something
different
from them

living in a world of fools
you can't help it when they're around
living in a world of our own
never thought heaven
could come between us

we need
something
different
from them

-finni-

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