va vie via

pour another cup

I will

fill your fingers up

and you will

cradle all the glass just like

so many times before

and to think you thought

we fought for all the best of intentions

good god, babe, i bet

you never thought at all

so pour another glass

you say

and strike my favorite match

and we’ll play

poet v musician till the

bottle opens up

and to think we fought

the haves and nots to buy a little time

god damn, I guess I lost

the race this time

so la dee da, la dee dee,

is all that came to be

and a cloying sense of scansion

keeps you tearing at your hair

oh la dee da, la dee de,

la dee la dee la dee dee,

la dee dee

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