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the future fell thru my cargo pocket
started singing a song, unawares of the topic
forsook who I was & where i've been
or did I only play the part when I was stuck in a scene?
-in which I was convicted of a very quiet crime
& I would not defend myself.,.nor could they testify
so we ventured out to find a voice, & stumbled onto rhymes
though i tend to go towards the tune; it gets me everytime!
/tho i tend to /
/put the music to the paper & paint it with a brush
stick it to the fridge, now there's nuthin but a hush
so i glue it to a poem but the colors couldn't hear it
guess i mean that's just between my music and the lyrics.
so like a rhythm gone bad and whistled by the weather,
tried to fly like a bird but I forgot the feathers
oh all my our pride was cast away
cuz yur only ride is yur own delay
an exception to every rule today, as we opened up a door
we followed tracks that lost the train & sailed a boat that stayed onshore
when I heard the thunder call my name, & felt lightning on the floor
to be seen again, but not until the moon's no more
/not until we /
with guitar string thread the piano sewn
a song for my skull and socks for my bones
could we spark the mind without making it blown?
when names are the same as sticks and stones
if we had only known to avoid disaster;
Holy Ghost would reverse the rapture
book be closed on the final chapter
and they all live happy ever after.,.
or would you rather have monsters in yur closet instead?
and a man called Lucanus hiding under your bed
on a book with the only rule i've never read
& didju know what it said? & didja put the.,.
