Aug 112011
 
Anyway, it's like this, too.

I am getting so old, so long in the tooth,
Morality is finally creeping over me.
What my life should be
Is longer than what my life can be.

Life is like an airport.
Everywhere in the world to get to
But you're stuck where you are--
Chewing peanuts at a neon bar.

Anyway, my heart-meat 
Beats its somnambulist's drum.
Anyway.

I don't want to have to ask permission!

Heaven is like this, see.
A giant empty hanger, walls all windows
Watching the skirl and stop of snows always.
Nobody stays very long,
And no layovers.

I keep wanting to be dead, and I keep
Wanting.

Anyway.

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