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Bluefish

take care 
she will fall on you like winter
you don’t hear a thing but the beating of wings 
as the lights go out 


there you are 
standing in the doorway 
with a cigarette 
you say, “hey rock n’ roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool? 
that shame is mine, ya know I've done it too.” 
19’s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 


she will come 
to any whispered invitation 
try to send her away, she did not come here to play 
she is not leaving empty handed 
there we are 
there we are 


you say time isn’t mine 
to save or to waste 
but i might stick around till the season changes shoes 


the fortunate ones will always get to choose 
19’s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 


take care, she’ll rub off on you like weather 
you won’t hear a thing but the beating of wings 
there you are