See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 13
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When was the last time
you believed in magic?
Breathing my ether?
Breathing my name
through the end of a receiver?
Swallowing you whole,
holding you under,
watching you drowning
and counting
1
2
3
4
Will my love rise
to the surface;
to the occasion;
for air?
I wake up, take a draw.
I dont smoke naked anymore.
I gave up smoking
to keep you around
but the smoke has cleared
and you’ve moved out.
My musings are deaf,
every song out of key;
I pony up, double down.
