Thursday, July 9, 2009

Second Marriage

All our stars are dead again
All that light is in your head
We waste so much time together
I have so much else to go for

Home is a place I’d like to go
O, to be a little warm
And close

Yours is a face I’d like to see
O, could you pick it out for me
For me

Nightcrawlers clog up my drain
Every night, the same refrain
My old buggy, boring town
I could be out getting killed right now

Home is a place I’d like to go
O, to be a little warm
And close

Yours is a face I’d like to see
O, could you pick it out for me
For me

At dawn, all is calm

In the morning she blinks with great effort
In the evening she thinks from her favorite chair
In the afternoon she does nothing
Every night I shut off her body with my hands

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