there's no trick to stick the landing
i'm handing off the secrets - discreetly but direct
(correct me if i'm wrong, stop me if you've heard)
absurd to think you're none the richer for conversation
the fascination with things rings and automobiles -- unwieldy
feel me slipping away as the dogs have their day and try for more
coring apples and adapting to traps full of live ammunition
glistening in the noon there's a moon full and rising
surprising to those who've never noticed
surmising it's recently hocus pocused
where has all the sudden come from?
this is how the humdrum comes up - shining in the west
the sunset reversed, unrehearsed as an freshborn adage
early in the cycle - trying and spinning
winning ways and words
i see your packed and i raise you a takeout
there's no doubt who i'd rather have at that table
stable full of fruit and a pocket full of rye
lead straight to temptation and no crooked alibi
who will be the first to ask the glasses halfly full
who will take the salad fork and spin the pasta carousel
well and good, well and wild
plenty of time on the list to sun
plenty of yes on the way we run
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