What I Do in My Car After Work
I watch two Robins fight it out,
Their tails twitching through the blue
To cut up the mundane.
I suppose it's the way God intended;
Picking ourselves apart in the wind,
And letting the bloodied pieces fall apart,
Scattered in the yard for the dog to find.
I thought, How beautiful it is
To watch something so graceful
Fall apart.
To watch something so graceful
Fall apart.
That day, the desire to smoke a cigarette
Hit, and for the first time, twenty,
The idea of taking a pause, a breath,
With such a clear intent,
A breath to ground you while you
Bring yourself closer to death,
It all sounded so romantic.
Hit, and for the first time, twenty,
The idea of taking a pause, a breath,
With such a clear intent,
A breath to ground you while you
Bring yourself closer to death,
It all sounded so romantic.
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