Friday, April 6, 2012

Eighty-Eight






I'll make a song for you 
and color it between the lines
Defining everything we find in anger.
We can go crazy on and on 
and on straightjacket sheets
Admiring the passive feats of danger.
I'll make a love so new
you'll struggle just to recognize
the scared and barely broken eyes you first loved
We can be anything and all
and all we have to do
is watch the world and how it moves around us.

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