Form One Line, Left
In the evenings
was the rooftop,
swisher sweets and sometimes
something in particular.
say we were young
say we both knew better
play the saint, its O.K.
say that you felt it too
Was it not
the grooviest thing;
our outrageously shameless,
fist-shaking dream for two?
say we were dumb
say our heads were on backwards
kick it likewise to the curb
say you never let it go
Yes, we gazed with eyeless faces
off into the new blue,
embers ageless in an unborn sea;
exhaustedly raging against the hour.
say you went numb
say it with conviction
to an expatriate heart, surrender
say everything, say nothing
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