Re: Stacks

This my excavation and today is kumran.

Everything that happens is from now on.

This is pouring rain.

This is paralyzed.

I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time.

It's hard to find it when you knew it,

when your money's gone

and you're drunk as hell.

On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load.

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load.

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load.

Well, I've been twisting to the sun and the moon I needed to replace.

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out.

All my love was down

in a frozen ground.

There's a black crow sitting across from me, his wiry legs are crossed.

He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss.

Whatever could it be

that has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load.

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load.

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load.

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization.

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away.

Your love will be

safe with me.