June 14th, 2004

exploding dog - flowers stink

Hearts and thoughts, they fade...fade away...

Go on home
Nothing to see
Here I am
Again and again I come to this
Place my ashes on the mantle
Next to the graves of my ancestors
Time has been kind to their aging
Skin pulled taut
Over the bones and stuck in the mud
My feet trudge on
And off again
Maybe I really wanted to
Fail just like they expect you to
Maybe we just needed a bigger boat.
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