(There's) Just too much to look at
I'm fuzzy with the monitor on burly blue
aha ha ha watchin' blargh blarch heeeeeeem (clears throat)
waking
waking
waking drizzle me a dreama ha
in which she darling darling well, one can
and lost I know it's lost oh when we
(spell out in stick and sandy toes on the beach
like pilots on a shore deserted island middle o' the seas
to fairy land starved death) you always said, and I'd smile I think
maybe
maybe I'd smile with my hands awkward at my sides in
torn belt, torn shoes ratty pants that you hate
cause I can't make myself wash them (they grow old
and sad)
so yeah so hold my hand and I'll,
yeah startled
I'll re-read from this masterpiece (don't be
surprised)
by desperation I gotta get it all out of me
before I take one more step out there
down; where ya find me
head down and muttering homeless man
punctured gloves and sooty fingers
searching (seeking) for that quarter I left out
(was it) years ago now
couldn't just couldn't be-
but I recall your face on that day
smiling sad sad empty smile
thoughtful
and I yelled out for you
but the bus
was on time and the engine ran
and the wheels with it
you'd never hear.
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