Bright Eyes Follow

I listened to a lecture of nonsense till dawn

By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on

He said, How did you ever dream up that song,

The one where the baby dies?

I said, I'll tell you a secret, which one is your good ear?

See people are made up of water and fear

If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here

So let's act like we're friends

Then the pot turned to powder and soured the mood

The people I'd come with were gone from the room

So I asked like a child may I be excused

And disobeyed them all

Into the late night latrine rain soaking through my shoes

I tried walking backwards to get less confused

Working off a theory I could never prove

That it was life itself to blame

Time ruined the world

Like a failed revolution

A tumor we could not remove

An old friend

A constant

The blues

Now my days are distractions, sit wringing my hands

Solitaire, crosswords, and films On Demand

When you turn from a cartoon back into a man

You start to smell that human smell

So I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street

All the noise rising up from the bar underneath

For that inconvenience all my drinks are free

So I guess it’s just as well

Why do I envy the ending right from the start?

Just get it together to take it apart

Watching the horse as it follows the cart

I sweep up my broken spell

I felt something changing the world

Like a new constitution

A thief I would have to pursue

At all times

At all costs

The truth