Saturday, January 10, 2009

Play Songs

All of these intervals of our lives
We recall our deaths
And live correctly
The clock only ticks clockwise
A rare sunrise
You squeeze your eyes
And the knot in your stomache
Justifies your soul

You drive slowly
And become late to things
Throw cigarettes at squirrels

They eat those sometimes

Play songs
Play songs
Play songs

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