...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Yard Sale
from 8/16/'02

you keep me from being gone
from putting my life on the lawn
and selling everything I own
and everything I am

you keep me from leaving town
from painting the blue sky brown
and swimming in torrent to drown
everything I am

but if I were to go away
I bet you'd stay
and if I decided to stay
something would pull you away

sometimes
I'm
falling apart
sometimes
I'm
caught
before I hit
I'm caught by you
What else could you do?
but it keeps me hanging on
from putting life on the lawn
and selling it all

everything I am