Wednesday, December 21, 2011

several breaths of composure

a fedora cannot fix the second world war
but I cannot wear one, so I will wear the other
my candid, simple life of flowers and lattes
compresses my nerves and steals my nerve
suddenly every day is sunny days
when my wrist bears tattoos instead of shackles
when my waist is round with booze
instead of shackles
fucking curse words that don't mean a damn thing
sometimes we're just really mean
sometimes it's a crapshoot and the house laughs and smiles
and says that's alright, this never happens, I'm not afraid
let's not worry about it
everyone is rich tonight and sometimes everyone should feel this way

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