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My heavy eyes burn a circle from here to there
From me and you, to the car park blues
My black and blue eyes hide no secrets
Except the punches that I have taken
Walking all the way from your house
To the riverbed, with its broken shopping carts
It's empty bottles, its timeless dreams of misery and loss.
I sit on the flood wall, which is not old and has no stories
Smoking a cigarette, cradling a tin of warm beer
The wires between us are not broken
But somehow I dont have the energy anymore
To listen to you laugh and not mean it, to
Listen to you spell your own name and mine
One after the other, and one at a time.
I walk under streetlights, nearly all the time
On broken rails, and gravel paths, and this
Driveway unlined by poplar tree's. I write your name
On my arm, like a big red horse, its a joke
That you didnt get, a joke when the punchline
Is me. I've grown old, smoking these cigarette's
Staring at the nasty water, growing frigid in the spring cold.
My tired grey eyes scan from left to right
I guess they always move that way.
I remember everytime I held your hand, I remember
That scarf you always used to wear, even
When it wasnt cold, even when you didnt care.
Even when love was not just a word, but
Was not the other thing as well.
My black eyes never seem to heal, too many fights
And too many songs I never learned to sing.
I never broke my fingers in the door like you
And I still can't play violin. I never rode a bike
Like you, isnt that a funny thing. I never
Wrote a single word, in my entire life, that
Meant a thing when it is compared
To the shape of your shoulder
Lying on my bed, watching some stupid TV show.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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