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Portsmouth

 

When all the pieces fall away

and the precious night covers up the day

Who will sit and pass the time beside us

and hear the stories we kept inside us?

Remember when we walked to the ice house 

and drank cold Big Red on the way back?

We went from one island of shade to the other.

Cicadas were the alien army

Van Halen was the soundtrack

Of all the days

in all these ways

those crappy beach chairs 

on the porch, 

were the thrones from which

we saw our future

 

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Let's play pretend that

all of this means something

even though, the world is going 

crazy and people are fighting

over dust and rubble

there's fire in the air and 

we can't afford a bucket of chicken

The universal god light is 

in the house and seven

angels are yelling "what the fuck!!?"

Let's all duck and cover 

outside the pop up fusion food truck

cause this is the last good gig

the rumble of disarray and the ashes of good times

If this is the end times, like old times

I see myself geared up with guns and a scrappy knife

reading all the glowing signs 

looking for others clinging to the bitter type of life

it's probably hard to see, but it's more comical than scary

like the Oregon trail, to die from the dirty dysentery

Corazones Tontos

 At night my heart

sleepwalks through.

the spidery grass

dead stems rustling

until it finds the

golden square of light

in the garden

outside your bedroom

as you lay reading .

Sometimes, your own

will come through the trellis

and they sit together

but they don't say anything

because they're just organs 

or the clumsy metaphors

for our inability to 

forgive one another

stupid fucking hearts.

Madness

 

Everything is recorded, nothing is true

We got a hat that's red, and a tie that's blue

jump on the lies and scandals

which is worse, desert storm or Stormy Daniels?

Talk about dope and scream about crime

but a dollar is barely worth a goddam dime

Somebody stole something, and i think it's our time'

Well, true love alters not when alteration finds

like the man said, sometimes you lick up the honey

and don't ask any questions

Someday too soon, we'll just be 

old pictures in a junk shop

or a broken bottle in a van

down by the river