“live with the lemons long enough and the lemonade ain’t so sweet”
no matter how hard you’re kissed by quotes
no matter the wind in the grass
aren’t you afraid you’ve already seen
all your best days has passed?
i’ve got a hungry chest
but i’ll never have my old man’s
old man’s rifle and hammer hands.
I’ve got my dirty feet
but i’ll never have a back to carry men
or a silence as calm as centuries.
as many nights as i try
to breathe easy before i sleep
the questions still hang over me:
how will i ever be anything
that means anything to me?
and if i ever get there will there be
anyone i love there to see?
and some days i wake up and think
“fuck it all. i’ll just become a painter
and make some real use of my misery.”
