Life in the Woods + The West Spake Beckoning
P. H. Madore, 2007
I.
A clusterfucked room
& empty lines &
Gumption to fix neither
Friends too far to visit
& an employment market
Of odd jobs & crime
Television & tobacco
& the very occasional
Night of loner drinking
A journal composed of plans
To leave & the comfort
Of experience in doing so
II.
Sell everything, I'm gone
& leave my life forgotten
I was staring at the night
& the West spake beckoning
So you covered my ears
There were buses on the road
& planes in the sky
So you covered my eyes
You never picked up the phone
& the fare was low
So you lost me to the wind
Sell everything, I'm gone
& leave my life forgotten
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