#1
i hear strumming beside me, strumming away
at dead blue shading like tonight were
a picasso painting. i'm just saying,
"that right now i am dreaming
to go on and to go on there"

where she stands alive with braided hair,
and wears a plaid shirt and no mascara.
i'm not the first to feel the earth rise,
my words dry, my knees buckle
but seriously this time -
no, fuck it -
if there's a fitting song in my lexicon
i will just assume it has no title,
no spoken words, just a somber tune.

still, please
go on....
...go on...


but in the wrong key?
no, i'd much rather let my dreams screech
and hiss at the morning
here, My Dear, here it is
#2
beautiful flow, ryan
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