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Conviction

You turned out your hand

Come on out and tally up your blessings

Hogtied

Cut throat

Business as usual

You count the hours

I can't remember the days

The dial turns backwards

Memory that becomes a bitter haze

Of what you said from yesterdays

Benedict eggs fried

Over coffee black chimes

Under Fluorescent lights

What would you find in the night?

On the back of a bow

Or some golden calf somehow

Like a god with no fool in his heart

Delicately I fall apart

Now, unto Russia

Which you got on a mind of yourself

Cut it

Cut it

Cut it out

The writing on the stall stung in the air

Wet cigarette butts with greasy hair

Lurching forward with apprehensive mid western care,

And too little in my pockets for dinner to share

Sitting on the sidewalk listening to Yes

Which in the gray of gentler eves will prove far

more than any of us could ever need; enough

I know what you mean when you said

You're better off living as a mean than an end

Don't hamper my rind my friend

Watermelon

For the ants

In time

He said

Come on out and tally up the blessings

Count the hand that's short but second guessing

The jaws and maw of more than you can ever fucking afford

It's not

Count the cost

Tie your stomach in debts of knots

And the rosary you count as lost

The summer can't come soon enough

Ear to the ground I pray your day can't come

Soon enough

Soon enough

In the bathroom shouting what's yours

At the top of your lungs

Well when the world collapses in

In another world the stars the cave

Oh the god damn stars they gave

And the god damn lives we made

Nothing in comparison we pale,

To the name