Modern Baseball - Alpha Kappa Fall Of Troy The Movie Part Deux
Downstairs halfway dead
suckin down coffee from a black old fountain
Is your home where you lay your head or
where your fake swordfish is mounted
Eyes-cross habitually
I would leave the room prematurely
with a tiny little pile of dark roast
grounds where I once stood just enough
there to keep me safe
Rained-out wrapped right up in our metaphorical overpriced ponchos
Endless rides home
circling the block for the whisper of a word
we didn't know how to use in a sentence
Saw you Went home
Drank myself silly in the basement alone
and the spiders were showing off a sense of
humor on the ceiling, spinning letters together
I read we keep you safe
Lost art lost boy watching a grown man
drink a 211 at 11 a.m. Our old joy
But everything is changing even faster
than it was back then. You hold me
It feels like I am finally closing my eyes
after a year and a half long day
and I am tired as hell
Listen close
do you know that you keep me safe