tiltmeter - a brief detour lyrics
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he swears he means well as he drills in me details of
himself. i fall as he explains how i remind him of
someone he knew. feet spread apart and closing in, the
old man calls me his son. crawling down the lane as fast
as my hands can go, he corners me into a shadow spitting
the dregs of sympathy, cheap wine and cigarettes. holding
my neck i -ssure him that we’ve never met at the top of
my lungs. choke him with his tie and kicking for my life.
his head meets the asphalt. a bottle rolls from his coat.
he’s humming a tune that he knows, preaching note for
note to balance his heart.
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