1 Could

1 could
write my tunes using the major blue scales
light joy in 1’s eyes with kerosene tasting rum
consume days betting seconds on racing snails
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
moon after moon add 1’s blood to a palette
paint a surrealistic world fill off happy people
sit on 1’s garden wall till fall to make an omelette
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
by sunset chew 1’s soul down to 1’s fossil bones
bury all nine of 1’s black cats in a smoky saloon
wait in 1’s casket apartment for 1’s visiting cyclones
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
wraith box 11 rounds b4 1 dives in2 1’s cornered bucket
stuck at the bottom 1 might See a light drilling in
1 might hear damnation vampiric angels sound a tucket
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
hoard and hoard till 1 can’t fly 1’s fox’s coop
silver fur 1 plucks wont insulate 1 against the truth
chickenhawks games will be why 1 ends up as fox hole soup
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
light joy in 1’s 2 eyes with kerosene tasting rum
find me rusted mirrors to use as spittoons
do a Houdini & escape this here snare drum
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

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