Maybe

I'm tired of love
Of standing on trees
Of lifting all of the heavy women
It seems, I don't really care
Sunspots, I sit there and stare
A log or a brick
A stick or a 
Somebody come down with wings
Tell me directly what is to be
What road to take and I will walk
Maybe.

Sweep me away from
Our time in the gray
Leave leases and lesions and
laws, Oh! honeyed paws!
What bad bears we are
Rescind  these sins till

Mays. End. Malaise. End.

And send someone down
Throwing bottles to the ground
Rolling flowers in the cracks
Smushing the joy back home
And out yonder screaming 
Through the mist and the miles (Oh! lonely miles!)
Careless Wonder: Turn about! 
The waves! Devils ears!
Your masts are so heavy
Your booty of silence. Of peace.
A piece of my heart.
Give this back.
Is all I ask.
Maybe.

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