Wrote a new song today. It's longer than my other ones, but I thought it was pretty good, personally.
I saw a sewn up tear on cobalt denim, imitating the conviction it once held
I guess it could be seen as household under a haven of gray reaching in any direction to redeem the solid of black or white
I asked my mother what race we would be deemed as if the sun shed a breathless shade of jade or red
She just shook her head as if the thought of skepticism would fall out of the side of her head before looking back into her newspaper
It fell to the floor and dried under the light on the ceiling as if some scrap of food left for the dogs to feast
A man who had an eraser in replacement for a head, as if for kissing away whatever got close enough vended newspapers to the passing cars
He passed them out with good prices, with no intention other than putting a fresh loaf in front of his child
But he was nothing but a dribbled stain upon a bleached sheet
Damned under an upstream flow where the moon does shine but the sun doesn’t glow
A teenager, today pierced his left eyelid as if the pain would distract him from the faces pendulum that swung to and fro before him
Each time that it sway east it imitated the sound of teardrop in a bathtub
Only to do the same when it swung westward
What does it mean?
The alphabet that etched itself condemned into the forehead of the statue of a founder, convicted as first grade mathematics
So just lie, toes up, as you go downstream
Only to hear the air hiss in your ears as you fall down the waterfall
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there you go. | 
