Fleeced on a lark
Walked around the subdivision after dark
All the blank spots left a mark
You were macabre
With Weegee prints pinned up in your car
You had a psyche class by the quad
Staring at the smoky steam
Swirl around the bathroom light
You said that there's a nursery
Where all the stars came to life
Childhood fantasies
About dying bravely
Working out all the daydreams
Didn't know it was a muscle that would atrophy
It's not what you do, it's what you do without
It's not how hard you tried, it's what you're all about
When you go it's a tragedy
A quiet moment by the maple tree
It's orange light through the canopy
It's dewy grass in the morning
It's breaking up on the re-entry
40 miles above the sea
Burned to crisp in ecstasy
When I go it's probably nothing
It's chasing joy of discovery
The frothy piss on the city street
Stealing sweet from Sugaree
Where the teachers smoke behind the cedar trees
Arms up in a V
Laughing at the sun like a Malick scene
Melt together like snow in a pool
Dreaming dreams so sweet they're cruel
Vacuum the desert sands for eternity
There's nothing unforgiving like Sunday morning
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