GIVING UP GIVING UP
i guess i was becoming you
always wanting the moon to follow me
as i am walking
there is direction to my loco
drew drawings of cranking a crank
of water up the well
dear who ever always
there are infinite holes in my bucket
shed some light
off the sun
this is not a solid fire rock
stupid kid in my brain
you look like i am in love with you
or i owe you a spilled gut
sleeves are sleeves to hide sleeveless
arms
i could hold onto water
if it all froze
like you say it will
25 May 2012
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