Hazy Acres

Been here awhile 

Kinda hanging out 

Then gone 

Feet dangling over the side 

Just before

Toes hit the surface

Briefly 

Sat here awhile 

Then over there

Now there

Back here

Like a probe 

Taking notes before entering 

From a different door 

Walking out into the street lights

Experience to fill up the dwindling inspiration 

Water beds puncture and empty 

Eventually the trend is no longer a trend

New alley 

New themes

More discovery 

Playing in the playhouse without a rope

Homeboy hung himself 

Met him that day 

Thought we’d be friends 

Long before the fire started

Now they hang more pilgrims 

Men as women 

Women as men 

Old shit trying to get things twisted 

Quietly exit 

Grab the gear 

Tip Toe 

Solo riders in the midnight eerie 

Cool kids with cool things 

Cool shit like the 80s 

And he’s in the middle of it all 

Drama 

Queens waiting in the sheets 

This one to that one to this one 

No one 

Eat a banana in bed with a book 

You left a blank canvas on my dinner table 

Hanging on the walls

In the sweet touch

Short blonde hair 

Lost for a moment 

In the water mouthing words 

Six shooters in the bath 

Radio 

Am 

It’s the rhythm

Ask your body 

Gasping for air 

Not making sense 

In the before 

It spins as it will always spin 

Now is now 

Now is current 

Energy is a bubble

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