Meredith_Farmer:
But your ribs can't withstand increasing weight
Meredith_Farmer:
It was a spectacle. No, I mean a miracle.
Meredith_Farmer:
it's so empty you could make somebody dream
Meredith_Farmer:
Now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down
Meredith_Farmer:
i have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame
Meredith_Farmer:
and your only hope is that forgetting might
Meredith_Farmer:
And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed
Meredith_Farmer:
And you may case the grounds from the Cascades to Puget Sound
Meredith_Farmer:
Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep
Meredith_Farmer:
To lay some worth on every word, like coffins dropped into the earth
Meredith_Farmer:
Bury it by the river, be easy
Meredith_Farmer:
Just the carcass of the sun. Little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky.
Meredith_Farmer:
the neighbor kid gets dared to touch the house
Meredith_Farmer:
Three rounds and a sound.