Thursday, September 19, 2013

Everybody's Mad at Mississippi

But the word reconcile is still important

See the sky recoil and cling to itself, everybody blames a southern drawl while I blame the bible

We were on our way up a mountain to listen to Benedictine Monks when the mountain disappeared but not the sound on the heights

Does this mean I can fly.

Does this means you're listening?

I mean, the words would sing to themselves if we didn't

Offer our fantasies to capital/ tucked in a knack for eclecticism and then kick them in when they betray us and come true.