One more breath from a butterfly wing Bruising easily from a kick in the pants A sweet realization that I’ll never truly know what I mean. I want to get close enough to insanity that I only recognize myself in the moon Little girl asked, “You wanna be a werewolf?” and that was that. The constraints are heavy or maybe it's caring So I let myself get extra dirty A scoop of algae from the dock That I don’t eat. I can’t stand another minute of your impassioned speech I sold my soul to expectations Sure is a weary way to die each day. Moved to tears by how the afternoon splits the leaves Too caught up in how I’m gonna hit the ground running. Too little not-so cigarettes Too many acquisitions Too fool--your fingers Slieght of hand A chord that hits your molars rolls down thick that esophagus. Clap your hands to the anthem Clap your hands— 2 and 4 Clap your hands if you still believe In water, to see In broken bones, for bread In shattered dreams, for safe keeping, To Innisfree, with honey-bees.
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