laying
lying
laying
lying
only belly sounds
squeals and the grinding of gears
in the still mid morning
-angry morning
what do you want
what do YOU want
I count the prayers...
well you shouldn't
i lost my smile.....
a million miles from home
what do YOU WANT???
i
hear them scream at me
as i blow past the graveyard
but i can't make sense
of a single word said
i am sure,
in a way
it's pretty close to
slow down
in a grandmother's way
-or like an angry old man
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