Mad Season

trying to find the answer to an unasked question, because its always Mad Season where I live.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

unsettling
a little before me, a little after me
you would know me in a little while.

drums and guitar in the dark and
yes
we were always cold in the doorway. the painted frame. the hole
and bitter, we were happy bitter.
happier when we were unhappy, maybe.

shoulder to shoulder
saying swear words and proud of the bruises on our knees
we laughed. in a dirty old car missing it's mirror on the right.
so long, old times.
so long, old car.
so long swearwords and bad words and bad girls.
we got us some hard times now, good as we are.

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