halfway across the states
brother
sits lotus and waits
anticipation
in a homeward flight
dark dreams
still in dim light
new morning
rise with the strength of ten
men part of
him fell picked back up again
how many
times before
shoes off
raining got him standing at the door
what's he
waiting for confused under the wrong sign
waiting in
a long line it's eleven thirty he got here at nine
where's the
wine wait he needs a glass
pick up put
down fell back on his ass
mumble a
sort or ramble
lost at sea
still willing to gamble
up late
night he doesn't know the mind well
everything
worth holding onto fell
deep into a
pit wishing it was a well
with a
bottom he could see
doesn't
know who he is supposed to be
what's he
got left
when is his
body going to let him rest
everyone
hears that living dead breath...
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