Tategami

fourty-nine listen to beggarman's treble cup and chalkboard tongue

In 2am midlight The speakers playing soft You're still here Though we tend not to speak In the wakeful hours of the night How do I define my heart When your lips are the dull Ding Of a chat window And your eyes are BBC code? Well, I like you more than stale bread I'm no knight in rusty armor But you never liked those sort anyway

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welcome spring with (posies c r o w n) with nurtured illness with snow blues traveling mountain passes on wind too warm to remember a creeping, beginning green to flash (past) strife and iron oxide

The water's dripping down now Across my mottled back In circles and in corkscrews Into an old rucksack Of burlap and of canvas Tied up with bits of string That never seem to mention Their views on anything Don't you know I've got nowhere to go Without you Oh, without you In a home Up on a lonely street There we'll meet Just you and me In summer or in winter I'm feign to unbelieve That people are the causes Of everything we see The newsmen with their papers The TVs with their screams Mean nothing to my ego They're all just make believe Cause you're My meaning You're a Song beating Through a Cold sunshine In the D

In the heart of Africa, In Chicago town, In a vacant building lot Rustic, gold, and brown There the spiders gather Coming by the pair To dance the dance of Ireland With Springtime in the air They dance on streets, on building blocks That children horde and save They dance on flowers, petals wide They dance on pretty graves The graves of all the businessmen Who never saw their kids The graves of ragged protestors That never shut their lids They dance on through the looking glass With Alice and the Hare And rarely stop to notice The weight their dancing bares For to them, it matters not If you be rich or poor They'll tramp

Just another space opera Just your usual Starfights Red Giants And intergalactic intrigue. In the grand epoch of things, where do we stand When even fame becomes lost in cosmic swirls? Let's forget the universe And surf on gamma rays Smashing chrondite to outer heaven With fusion rods and earthshine While the Jibjabs hum In ancient dialect Some other story that has nothing to do with me or you

It began with water; water that spread out and covered everything. _________________________________________ _ _ _ The city was buried, drowning under millions of gallons of the stuff. Looking down from the dresser I clung to like a scared animal, you could see the outlines of streets, houses, and cars arranged neatly in rows. It was a child's playset, and that child was God. The flood was a testament to all our tragedies. It came without warning from the sky, pouring down torrential buckets that quickly left families dead in their sleep and early-morning traffic at a standstill. The only reason I had survived was sheer dumb luck, an open