truly

oh darling, wouldn't you know it?
we are tantamount to tyranny,
you and i,
in how we come and go, our ebb and flow
through our intersecting perimeters

here's to realigning time and space,
to chance meetings,
lingering glances,
chances, the taking and not taking

except up here,
and this is where he raises his hand
to the side of his head and taps just
above his brow,
up here, i take you anywhere
you want to go

strangeways

but this is not a test
no this is not...

these telephone lines buzzing against
pastel evening skies
highway howl in the distance
it's winter on it's wings

heavy air on the back porch and the cigarette smoke
sinks

and i am anxious
shakey hands style
while i think it over
this and that
and the hows and whys of
them and i

and it takes a thick hit to dull this brain
and more than a little bit to refrain
from fearing for the worse

the best you can is only good enough for them

and in a grimm grotto
the writing on the wall
"you only live to tell a tale
where at the end you never fall"

these words, they live to comfort you
in nights this dark and long
you are fallible, your resolve is weak
you have to think that you are strong

this is the plight of the minute men
of moments present, moments past
we play this game from day to day
in hopes that we will last