Doing everything but kissing
On the bench in the cemetery
That said
‘I know my redeemer liveth’
We try a joke about our late neighbors
Knowing what to do
In and under concrete
Watching shadows shift
Bailey slipped by me at dawn
And really took her time killing that skunk
I asked Tate if I smelled like shit
He said man you’re asking the wrong guy
I put down the power planer and pause the desert storm podcast
It’s the Patron saint of Gatorlyte
Delivеring the egg cheese
Latеr we will dance to Kenny Chesney in the kitchen
Did I see you at the riverside drone set?
Eating questionable eggs at the custard shop
How to the hell is Dirty Flowers playing ‘Dallas’ next door
Music scene is crazy
The band starts up
Your ex is there
Gimme a wet kiss on the mouth
It’s enclosure of the commons
Silence under the overpass
Rainstorm driving highway squall
So you want to see the world
Have a look there over the weather bow
It’s parking lots and alleyways
It’s light beer piss on couch
Everything is always killing you
I could break my back lifting this beam or sending this email
Eating spinach or eating liver
Oli plays 'Blue Factory Flame' on the touch tunes
Say what you will about the academy
But at least we can see Kath Bloom
And the free eco-terroror screening
In the same weekend
Floatin’ straight
They ripped the cypress out of here a long time ago
Now it feels like a promenade
I think about workin
Pulling up nets
Looking at the city
That pays my checks
But I’m just a tourist
Last night we were there
Three siblings and two partners bummed and shared one cigarette
Oh theres a gator
I hope he's hungry
Here’s a marshmallow and a hot dog
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