Keep Art Alive :: Art by Jonathan Viner

“Where I belong,
what I believe;
I been looking for something to carry me.
If I find what it is I need ,
maybe all this wandering round and around,
will follow me.”

Take Four
by me

These labels affix themselves
to words we’ve all been taught
to mean nothing but red letter shame
still I count the breaths between
the sound your wheels make
despite the way the asphalt leaves its mark

You take my lousy sense of direction
shake and stir it into inner damnation
just because I quit smoking
doesn’t mean I don’t still burn
and with each ash escaping up into this polluted sky
well don’t it bring the prettiest lights when the night falls down

So what if we are a crack in the foundation
a loaded pistol set to stun
as we hold hands with my low rent moral compass
just tell me you can carry me
through this torn wing purgatory
out of this city of collapsing angels

Because didn’t the song say you gotta sin to be saved
So you might as well give in and ride right over me
dirty up all this useless pride
rev your engine and take another pull of whiskey
because I need you to carry me like an addiction
and you need me to write us into a god-damn lyrical refrain

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