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Trying to change my mind about
how everything went
when the historian
on the radio said
there is nothing in the world more dangerous than
a defeated army headed home
(stay inside, civilian)
All I can tell from this old rock is
Someone is buried here
The joggers are the only ones
comin in, and they just
keep on going
At night I think I had trouble telling
bats from birds
Now I see
Like cut up bits of paper
Like little pairs of scissors
They tumble from the bridge
Up and into the dark
Thought up by a mind that must have been
Some kind of sinister
question mark
Father gets up at
4 a.m.
to post a motivational video
on Youtube again–
“People of the world, nobody loves you
half as much as I
am trying to.”
On the train home
I am hoping
that I get to be very old
And when I’m old I’ll only see people from my past
And they all will be happy to see me
(we all will
remember things the same)
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