Wednesday, April 25, 2012

handle


thoughts flow like a river
goddamn
goddamn
let them go

i got a handle
i
i got a handle
i got a handle
on all the drugs
i got a handle on all the drugs
except you

days pass like a winter
godless cold
godless cold
let them go

a silver string
that’s all yours
that’s all yours
knit a heavy sweater
throw it round your neck
and sweat the look that’s good
that’s all yours

and you’re living
living for the score
you’re still living
living for the score
you’re a living man
with an automated core

like tunnels collecting wind
like waters and the pipes they fill
like the span of time
in a single line

i
i got a handle
i got a handle on all the drugs
i got a handle
i got a handle on all the drugs
except you

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