life
was
a
shit
and
a
fuck
and the midnight got inside you
like the cold got inside you
and it spoke to you
and it said no bro no
not this lifetime
~
but there was a freedom there wasnt there ?
in the silence
and in the nothing
and that band sang
oh that magic feeling
nowhere to go
and you clung to that
thru the eves of destruction
out on the cigarette corners
counting up your telephone coins
stood at the cabstand alone
with something to drink
but nowhere to go
~
and it got deeper inside of you
and it ate its way back out of you
from
d
o
w
n
where regret ferments
and the hard ice you were
achieved a difficult spring
~
and you got inside each other
and you built a metaphorical
solid gold home together
and it said go bro go
its time for some summer
and all the irrigated gin fields
were
sown
with
enough
sunflower
to weather
the sickness dusk
from amazon.co.uk
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