Wednesday, May 01, 2013

There's Too Much Dirt in the World and Not Enough Scotch


O these insomniac decisions get us
Everywhere we ever dreamed
But nowhere we ever want to go

Comprehensive and chilling
As Dostoevsky or Leonard Cohen

Comprehensive and chilling
As the morning we finish
Talking books books books
All night

Not much to be less than
Not much to be more

Everyone hates us anyway

You say
My heart falls for shoe stores

When all the buildings pass
They salute your notorious blue eyes

Doesn't it please you to have me
Wrestle this abbreviated song? 

In spite of what I say I’m only slightly moved 
By the multitudes of your intelligence

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