03-04-2008
Dont feel like home. hes a little out.
And all these words elope. its nothing like your poem.
Putting in. inputting in. dont feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone its nothing like your baritone.
Its nothing as it seems. the little that he needs. its home.
The little that he sees. is nothing he concedes. its home.
One uninvited chromosome. a blanket like the ozone.
Its nothing as it seems. all that he needs. its home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. a chip off the corner stone.
Whos kidding? rainy day. a one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. a whisper through a megaphone.
Its nothing as it seems. the little that he needs. its home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. its home.
And all that he frees. a little bittersweet. its home.
Its nothing as it seems. the little that you see its home.
Pearl Jam
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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