Sunday, April 11, 2010

It’s April
I pluck the last toke from the ashes
and listen to Ray Charles singing about America the Beautiful
there’s something poetic about a blind man singing this way
what does purple mean when you can’t see it?
what does a poem mean when you’re too drunk to see straight?
are we done?
I hope we’ll never be done
like the blossoms turned to princes
by the flowering of April
I hope we never get used to all this
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  1. Big DSunday, April 11, 2010 at 10:20:00 AM AST

    Our friends say it's darkest befor the sun rises
    We're pretty sure they're all wrong
    I hope it stays dark forever
    I hope the worst is'nt over
    I hope you blink before I do
    and I hope I never get sober
    and I hope when you think of me years down the line
    you can't find one good thing to say
    and I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
    You'd stay the hell out of my way
    I am drowning
    there is no sign of land
    your are coming down with me
    Hand in unloveable hand
    and I hope you die
    I hope we both die

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