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Poetry

  


"If poetry can kill you, I'm like to die." ~Theodore Roethke

   C                                        Am
It seemed a little unhinged only because it had to be,

but I think I really hit something last night.

It was in the way a bird breaks in flight;

it was in the anatomy of David Bourne pulling together 
tight

just to loosen it all up for me

and separate sound from the moment of need.



I don’t understand (like?) the way things are,

so I make it up and I make out fine.

You fuck up your sense and your art, you fuck up your 
mind

just to get a hold on what you can’t have otherwise.

I said it would never happen again, but my words don’t 
hold well.

I was promised to you the day you start bleeding for 
someone else.



    C                 Fmaj7   
You watched me go too far off track

            C             C/B     Am
when I just wanted you to push me back

    G            C
and back into myself.


Your daylight stays into my evening, 
and that has everything to do with it.
We save up our whole life to be kids
in a time where fire kisses its own lips.
I can’t die, but I can’t be saved.
I just want to see the sky beneath me for a change.

You watch me go too far off track
When I just want you to push me back
and back into myself.

I only went too far off track
when I wanted you to push me back
and  back into myself.


"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities." ~Jim Morrison

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