so intimate the room felt sweaty with their
thousand-mile stares, wonderment on the tips
of their noses, sunburned and scarred
it's all illusion, of course, all
second-guessing and up-dressing and
until i feel your corduroy stubble
i will go on wondering what you think at night
like apples from trees, me and my melody
tripping along until
cool earth claims us
decomposing until we gain some
sort of composure and boy
that will be the day.
so my ear feels sweaty
my breath is condensing
choke it down, choke it down
i feel lost, i feel found
what a strange merry-go-round.
1 comment:
the part about thousand-mile stares made me think of the vietnam war, and by the time i focused again i was on the part about sweaty ears then i thought about sweaty ears and went ew
^ deserving of a "cool story bro"
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