A Leavin Jones
A Leaving Jones
I’m leaving when
With where I go the darkness is stained by holy robes
I’m leaving where
I’m caught taking notes in church while the better man
Disciplines his child for laughing at me
I’m taking the dirt free leave
I’m leaving mystery, my friend misery
Just a girl I used to play with
In her basement
I’m leaving while the sun is out
I mean it, you will all have seen it
After my leaving…
I’m leaving what water was mud. I’m serious like
I’m leaving for blood
I’m leaving where I was, leaving because
Leaving is what leaving does
I’m leaving the lusts. The when and the where
And the what leaving loves.. I’m leaving drugs
Leaving the suds and the buzz dust
I’m leaving that like left pizza crusts
Okay now, I’ve got leaving news
I’m going on a leave cruise--a full boat
With two clubs and a trump suit
I’m like filled with leaving juice-not booze, am I being obtuse?
I’m so into leaving I bought leaving boots!
I plan to leave the past behind me
Lot of the sins and illegal things that bind me
I’ve got to leave quick
Go ahead you can time me
I’m keeping ahead of the grip
That once confined me
I’m leaving now like the nights leave each dawn
I picked this day to be leaving on
In my case I’m leaving the worst
I should have left the last crap first
But at least I leave the rest
Of my life less cursed at best.
Course, someday we have to leave that too..
-james kryzaniak
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