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You were brilliant, but this world got the best of me first
It's been too long since my visit last
i've become a stranger to many a crows foot tired eyes
tripping over spilled RCA Victor kitchen cumin shakers
charred bones black at the root of marrow
old friend
old friend
through winding dirt roads of Anderson county
skipping stone ripple creek streams
fictional and knot holes from a tree limbs death
i've become that which i fiercely fought a rising sun for
a shut in recluse liar on the waves of Pacific oceans mindset
desire got the best of me as water bumper boats do
snapped like a green gossip gator
teeth triggering short bomb fuses
and so the pilgrimage pillars exploded
one by one down the courtyard columns
this bright sun blotted ballistics
bleeding from our pale abdomen on one knee
verandas with white hanging linen curtains for courting
turned to ashes dust storm
old friend
old friend
won't you forgive my absentee
in these hours of late
we learned from Lincoln logs on warm nap afternoons
though funerals not attended by daybreak from the east
standing at the graves by cover of this sorrowful night
reunion feasts left for the fly's and sin eaters sacrilege
occupations change to jump and wish upon waning cores of stars
by leaps and bounds over Mr. Nimbles candlesticks
lets be balderdash
the longest game of checkmate chess you've ever played
this second shot of whiskey has always been for you
old friend
old friend
i've become a stranger to many a crows foot tired eyes
tripping over spilled RCA Victor kitchen cumin shakers
charred bones black at the root of marrow
old friend
old friend
through winding dirt roads of Anderson county
skipping stone ripple creek streams
fictional and knot holes from a tree limbs death
i've become that which i fiercely fought a rising sun for
a shut in recluse liar on the waves of Pacific oceans mindset
desire got the best of me as water bumper boats do
snapped like a green gossip gator
teeth triggering short bomb fuses
and so the pilgrimage pillars exploded
one by one down the courtyard columns
this bright sun blotted ballistics
bleeding from our pale abdomen on one knee
verandas with white hanging linen curtains for courting
turned to ashes dust storm
old friend
old friend
won't you forgive my absentee
in these hours of late
we learned from Lincoln logs on warm nap afternoons
though funerals not attended by daybreak from the east
standing at the graves by cover of this sorrowful night
reunion feasts left for the fly's and sin eaters sacrilege
occupations change to jump and wish upon waning cores of stars
by leaps and bounds over Mr. Nimbles candlesticks
lets be balderdash
the longest game of checkmate chess you've ever played
this second shot of whiskey has always been for you
old friend
old friend
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