Sunday, January 30, 2011
Take
Kurt's hurt thay say.
Believe it either way.
It's getting worse.
Perverse.
My friend died too.
In a pencil case or two.
Let's not exploit.
What's the point?
It's hard to hold a memory
when it's stuck in your head like pornography.
It's hard to hold a memory at all.
Yes, it's hard to kiss a photograph.
Press your lips onto a sheet of glass.
Take it away.
What's the point?
Things always change.
Train ride today
can wash my grey away.
A sparrow tries,
then flies.
Spain looks real good,
like a pajarito should.
My skin is tan; a radiation ban.
It's hard to hold a memory
when it's stuck in your head like pornography.
It's hard to hold a memory at all.
Yes, it's hard to kiss a photograph.
Press your lips onto a sheet of glass.
Take it away.
What's the point?
Things always change.
Things change, I know.
So, how the hell am I supposed to grow?
Take it away. I'm a Blank. Write on my soul.
Take it away. I'm a Blank.
Write on my soul.
Take, take, take. Lah-dah-da-dah.
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