A Rise And Fall Of a Dilapidated Home - This Month is Art

And the phones go back to sleep
And everybody sighs in collective harmony While I'm stumbling on one knee
Drunkenly replenishing foul integrity

I'm here to entertain
Wedding gift and band singing and swaying How thoughtful to retreat
The reason you invited me is not discreet

Calloused and waving
Your figure has explaining to do
I left a memoir, a keepsake
A forged, unruly truth

I hear the alarm ring
It must be 3 am already
And I've sweat through these dead sheets With a dark silhouette resembling reckless abandoning

Singing and talking
You were not wandering
The streets to walk into
The ugly scene you participate in

When your back starts to break and bend
Lay on the tile floor you've been assigned to back when
You were always
Leaning on the countertops sideways

These dreary city streets won't leave me be Won't leave me be

I walked into the raining, snowy, muddy, sleeting scene

Misunderstanding I walked outside to the car to leave for

Written by:
Thatcher Stevens

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