at the summer camp for holy greek,
a few of the boys found themselves some trouble
and were taken before the altar to speak to the father
we approached timid, little
father lifted up his robe and told us boys to come underneath
we all huddled underneath his robe in silence and father told us
to repent, to never do it again, and we would be forgiven
this peace,
a woman who works at popeyes
takes the garbage to the street
with a hat and a plastic apron,
billowing graceless and spastic
find peace in the risings, a mercy
they tell me to get the fuck out
of the neighborhood, a mercy
peace sleeps on the train, peace is
face down, floating in still water
a woman who works at popeyes
takes the garbage to the street
with a hat and a plastic apron,
billowing graceless and spastic
find peace in the risings, a mercy
they tell me to get the fuck out
of the neighborhood, a mercy
peace sleeps on the train, peace is
face down, floating in still water
on some nights i know
a hate that wants to knife cops
parade in obscene hats, its ripping warrants
and booting your goddam toyota
hate that spits in the trumpet and
rattles the rain stick, misting the
red remains of bigots down on the world,
blowing up the fucks and fedoras
kicking a crust punk, a hippy and
bitches with shopping bags
hate that sends me to the rodeo
to punch the convicts and the judge,
your young man is bucking and
toppling the teacup, nailing your ass
a hate that lies in bed with a fever,
that has no relations of which to speak,
a hate with no one to turn off the light
or provide an ice pack, bowl of soup
a hate that wants to knife cops
parade in obscene hats, its ripping warrants
and booting your goddam toyota
hate that spits in the trumpet and
rattles the rain stick, misting the
red remains of bigots down on the world,
blowing up the fucks and fedoras
kicking a crust punk, a hippy and
bitches with shopping bags
hate that sends me to the rodeo
to punch the convicts and the judge,
your young man is bucking and
toppling the teacup, nailing your ass
a hate that lies in bed with a fever,
that has no relations of which to speak,
a hate with no one to turn off the light
or provide an ice pack, bowl of soup
sing dead, go on back of the porch,
whatever it is, you can see it
flying on out of here,
ditching us both
i will never be cruel to you;
whatever it is, you can see it
flying on out of here,
ditching us both
i will never be cruel to you;
the color of god is Green,
but the space behind the yard
sings the songs that sing dead,
sings the songs that sing dead,
inside of me there are
skittles, starbursts, sour patch watermelon,
iron bars and the ribs of sunk boats
i still dont think i could say
that moonless nights are the best
nights for watching the moon,
i would probably need a beer
but i can go fishing by myself
which is more than most can say
being happy is easy,
the hard part is deciding to be happy,
and how you want to go about
telling other people
to be happy
my dream is being old,
waking up early and
padding along the lane
who's gonna ridicule that?
]ohhhh i hear you but has it really been so long?
that you sat in an obscure bathroom stall,
closed in and yella like a buck on the wall,
took a long pull while you listened to the blue ones?
first you felt bad cuz you were white trash and
then you felt good about it in a moment of arty shit
then you felt worse than ever and laughed your head off cuz
you were in the other room and i was
pretending to take a nap, yes i was
rife with yella
and blues deep
they lowered the anchor the
fathoms bubbled dark as the hate of
all the dead horsemen that canter in
the plains everyone once called home
but we knew they couldnt be measured
and the chain ran out of slack
places to hide over here
are scarcer than water
like the rise of steam pipes,
little bunny foo foo,
hopping through the forest
every field mouse he bops
is gonna rip him apart
velveteen and patched up,
old buttons on the eyes
little bunny foo foo
can't find a quiet place
and all his seams are ripping when he hops
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