these spots in the world,
they’re left out from me,
inside you, deep, can you feel?
the tear on the right side?
I read on the left,
when this happens.
it’s ok. it’s always been this way.
no worries, no shakes,
put you’re shivers away,
I’ll not scare you anymore today.
not anymore today.
No – today was about love.
though a lot of people don’t understand,
it’s not them, it’s the plan.
trust me, i know it.
i wrote it. – lots of places to be,
lots of plans to see. Write it for ME!
Don’t worry, thelonius monk never thought
outside of his jazz jurisdiction.
me, on the right side of wrong, well,
I thought of it all – i even tried to figure out
how to kill him with the North Western maul
said I’d take the TV into the forest
pretend it was just a robbery – do you know those?
where you chase the fiend with a vacuum rod?
out the window he came with the black and white tv –
the new one the insurance bought from the last robbery?
the one on Christmas?
Shit. I’d almost forgotten.
thank you god you were here.
no worries, no fear.
Aren’t we just playing with tears?
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