to watch the world coming over,
to take time by its ticking second hand
and make it listen
all i have
is just a sad tale to tell
of smokestacks and grey skies;
of how
unbeknownst to me
i fell in love with them,
having nothing left to love
i never said i didn't know how to lose
yet, maybe i never realized
i learned it much too well
while winning just felt alien,
naturally foreign,
odd
like i.
a perfect excuse for any season
a perfect sorry story
a perfect bedlam for bedtime
what to say
if not for truths?
so, listen
it starts like this:
long, long ago
i ran out of secrets to keep…
May 28, 2011
02:07pm - 11:01pm
spilled onto The Brand New Hardcores
no eraser,
top run @Gate 23; rounded @NotSunset5
first full commission in Rhode Island
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