The Calm Center of a Fistfight

how am i supposed to believe anythng you say
because its better that way
you wear your ribbons and medals
everyone needs to be recognized
ive run out of reasons to show off
ive been rewarded ignored and deported
feeling hemingway 61
at least in sun valley there was a little sun
we’re all tryin to vibrate
be happy straight with gods
make some noise and get off
seems silly to sit still
there’s plenty of darkness to shake
and fear to fake.
its not every day i make a woman feel like a girl
im just tryin to feel connected in this world
Your lips crowd my mind and rise above the din.
Your needles stick my heart and sting like open cuts and gin.
the past is so exhausting
are you a passenger or an extra in a cowboy film
dont let fear fool ya
take your time and look at me
this aint no fleshy mercy killing
and she is guilty of an online truce
of ones deleted in a last line mood
and once percepted of a long line truth
shes waiting there
she builds a place around her heart that
saves her coming leak
you might be the sheriff
but of which county?
your black and white dont look right
the laurels have never been comfortable
and i dont remember from where you know me from
cast aside your desideradatum like slavery
and junkmail
few things are built to last
your pain wont decay if you like it that way
a reliable friend there to kick you tin the shins
all aboard your bowery boys they like to bore me
I’m in the calm center of a fistfight

theres no time to be shocked by the truth
I never had the luxury to rest on the family
you can always ask me for a ride
but make sure the pressure's never applied.
THE stage is set to burn a hundred colored faces
in hurried reels of 3 track traces
your car is met protested paces
insulated from the suffered gazes
restless lawns with fantastic views
the argument artist and faded widow
dirty nails and broken calendars
the classical matrimonial sadists.