TENDER & SAD
Speak for me this piece is of John, or whatever, no matter
think this is a creed. I think that little
think the TV screens all together
explode one day and the chips look
the eyes of those who live life on a couch
and lost the opportunity to look out the windows I
think I'm in the last eight seconds of three minutes
a good song and the music fades
and I smoke a cigarette lit another
have to extinguish fires. And pay
Kubrick was right, a dream is never just a dream
I believe in the tenderness of the stranger who says
I know the sadness of those who know me know me
and is, in my absence, as a
unknown grin believe in the fish out of water
believe in the escape of prisoners
and a moon in me
dirty nails, thinking not so clean, bare feet
All cheap pen can write
most expensive words must write on the front pages of every book
a little prayer, slow lines will rosary on a creed
nobody pray.
... I think you
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