Sunday, August 23, 2009

A Coney Island of the Mind

I want a home to roam on my own
Write verses to urge Jesus to come out of his hiding place
A mirror in a bathroom to contemplate her beauty

A Love Supreme travels through the hallway
Pipe Tobacco lingers and it's all making her
reconsider you for more

The old earth comes earlier than expected
You could still feel the buzz from the night before
Old meals from home that make you despise time

If only it was all so simple as it was
$5 doesn't hold you over like it used to
Cream and sugar is a painful way to settle


But it'll all do for now

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