By the guppy
Date: 1 November 2000
do/while
there seems no power here
no life or love-fire to be emitted
no call for harsh words...
nothing to cry about
it is a lamp post and still fog postcard i'm sending
a b-side hallmark card
nothing larger than life
nothing that would make anyone even squeak a smile
it's a clean bill filling the empty
with emotions about where'd she go
and when will she be back
and when will she go again
it's a comfort in temporary
and a bunch of beaten down ideals
it's a rubbed thin ticket stub
for the alcatraz tour
adopting the mindset
learning from the lowest common dominator
it's freedom to roam the confines
and a million dollars in change
to phone someone who cares
but doesn't speak the tongue
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