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SOME MIGHTY FINE TIMES

you can dig as deep as they claim exists
you can put your skin under the new light
you can rub your body against the brand new car
reach into your bag of some mighty fine times
throw a few out among the crowd
they could use a little empathy about now
the ambulances they go back and forth
they promise to sing us a new song
down on the corner of Alacrity and Verve
i felt you
even though you were covered by darkness
Sisyphus passed by, doing something ornery to a boulder
I would have invited him up for a quick one
but the quick ones all got drafted
we are in the season of slow ones now
nobody came to claim Love
it sits behind the pawnshop mesh
could you maybe find enough room in your place to adopt it
you can sing as loud as they claim you're capable
of loudly singing
you can run barefoot across the sun
reach now into your shoulder holster of some mighty fine times
and make me a bullet that will last
down on the corner of Good Luck and I Mean It
i sensed you even though
senses were illegal
walk alongside me as I break into that pawnshop
to redeem Love
i dare you
no, i don't have the ability or strength to dare anyone
but myself
and that's alright
sometimes those slow ones
they go down pretty fast

---Scott Wannberg

 

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