its starts when you love a movie.
it could be any movie -or any son for that matter…
childs first song sung in rounds in a car with no deadends &only hillyroads to Bishop-
pennys lost in cracks
something about losing a kingdom
or falling off barns
or that sad step awkward &forward
or those few words that challenge…
i kneel to the throne built imperfect-
the city on crutches.
psychologically distorted
these walls painted with immediate blood &fear &the absence of fear…
this room lit by romancandles.
these ribs bruised &swollen &ripe with healing.
this photograph -twice taken
or not taken
or taken w/ghosts
it aint gonna rain no more no more
it aint gonna rain no more.
how in the heck
can i wash my neck
if it aint gonna rain no more?
it was musicals &fred astaire &strangemusic
&masquerade &passive violence
&unborn babies
&conman
&fucked over
&desert fucked &found faith
&animals &instinct
&burnedbridges
&new bridges
&this wasnt a lie…
psychologically distorted
dannyboy dannyboy
i see you walking by the water
the water
the water -blue water
my dannyboy dannyboy
i see you walking all alone…
its karma or balance or judgement or takingresponsibility or some bullshit like that
its life &we make do
somebody should be watchin my dannyboy
should be holdin my dannyboy
dont leave him all alone…
&it goes in cycles &rounds &harmonies are built like houses &good schools &sacrifice &encouragement &small victories
¬needed justification
&dont squander this…
this is coming to grips
&everything is new
&everything is dying
&of course.
&i dont think this is uncommon.
i dont think that im singledout
&i dont think i am unique.
but i suppose no one is
which of course cant be true:
ive seen it in eyes on rooftop
in rain
in stall
on fire escape
oversea
3000 miles
across the street
&you paid the ticket for this movie
&no complain
&this is coming to grips.
making do
&taking responsibility.
this is where it begins.
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