sun chases moon 
at least that’s what i’d assume
there’s boulders, stones and seashells that will tell you of a time
before they were split in two
before the skies ate the oceans blues

(well i haven’t eaten a thing since you - i cannot stomach the room)  

pusher-man won’t you push me something useful
something easy on the heart but heavy so the eyes droop

there’s an old man from Cuba that can put himself into a coma
the note read: “wake me up when the war on love is over”
they say he stirs whenever one leaves another

I’ve been preaching into telephones nobody’s on the end of
baptized each night under hours of showers until it stops running hot 

the vacancy-light is the dullest of all
but i keep it switched on because i can’t see her.  

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