7.05.2008

oh captain, my captain.

no intents, no purposes
no capitals even

our version without you
can't compare as i listen now

and all the many it was about
are still cursing somewhere

but we're still kickin', brother.
we're still payin'
for every bitter drink they swallow
on our behalves somewhere.

travis said that sometimes friends fight
and tim told those sailors to hold on
conor tried to get us to kill ourselves
and many others we both could quote
made a lot of sense that we tried
to harness in our time
as stars.

and what a glorious time it was.
as shameful and as selfish
it was magnificent in its humbling grace
in its hobbling grave
when it came to the music
whose chords and choruses we barely
remember. they're deep inside somewhere
buried in the layers and phone numbers
we can never dial again

and three years or thirty can never take them.

those conversations are hard to come by
i know what you mean
i always did.
replacements are always just that.

a survivor knows one when he sees one--
we knew we'd be ok without each other
when we went our ways
and that's why it's so easy
to say hello again

and where the fuck have you been
all this time?
the footprints poster, i know.

drive safe.
smoke deep.
"sleep well.
you've earned it."




Currently reading:
"Are You a Miserable Old Bastard?" by Andrew John and Steven Blake.

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