Greg Freeman

It's not the dam
Built behind your eyelids
Despite the constant turning cheek
In the many stabbing swords of
Your patience
I saw you spring a leak

Right before the last wave took Vestris
Not a sound from the deck was heard
It's not the fault of the man who built it
When the captains overboard

In the predawn throes of Her sinking-
In the strange blue light of your eyes
Pitched a boat off the coast of Virginia
In a dim and loveless tide

They blew out the dam
last night a wave a mile high
Washed out the towns
Iron ore and mudflow
Coffined the valley below

I woke up
Tried to shake away the dream
I watched the rain swallow the street
Out my window

I looked out
From the hearts ATC tower
I called to ground your crow winged shadow
Down below

You radioed across that ancient runway
Our love made known in its jeopardy
Clenched fists find God in rough
landings

And tonight it's gonna snow

You can believe in all your doubts
People talk shit, I dont know what about
You saw me clear in a seconds time-
I saw the Christ lookin’ out your eyelids
I don’t have the answers now
I got the mind, just laying around
But if i could do this life again, I swear
You would always find me standing right here

Long distance driver
Press me to your head
We can lose the miles
Somewhere in your bed

Late arriver
I dont care where you've been
I just want you to smile
Or at least pretend

You told me in the morning
about a dream you had last night
being lead by a soldier
through the gas station line

If this is the last year
Before things fall apart
Leave your name and number
And a credit card

I saw him in the subway
I looked twice through the glass
Shadows are convincing
But he’s never coming back

In negative #7
He was standing with a smoke
Just looking towards heaven
As if he knew the joke

Uncle was a gambler
With a butterfly tattoo
Somewhere down in florida
He did a favor For some dude

With a pistol in his glove box
It was open and shut
I met him the week he got out
At the wake of his son

Driving through Colorado
I thought of things
To boredom the weight of reality rings
Through highways and deserts
And cities and parks
And broke schools protected by the national guard
Most days i pass with my head in the dark
But today it seems so clear to me

Come and change my body
Come and take the dim white breath of my lungs
You can break me open I don’t really
care about anything else at all

See these bones entangled
What am I and what do I become
All at once there’s nothing in the middle
Holding up the sum

Come and trace my likeness
Mark my word with the black smeared touch from your work
As if in some contending form of progress,
As if some kind of war

Come and drink my heartache
Draw a knife across that scarlet seal
Take a sip, now break that cup you drank from
Underneath your heel

If I could see you at dawn
Black soot from the palms
Astreak on your fore
If I could be of use
Just once in a blue moon or more
Its not the weight of the world
Its just the soft-rot bow of the floor
Its just the weight of the world
Its just that i've been wrong before

Oh, you're tired too?
I ask myself this every day
I have no faith to give
Just a weak kind of toothlessness and space
If It's not the end of the world
Its must be it's falling into place
It's not the end of it all
It must be a strange kind of grace
It must be a strange kind of grace

It not the end of it all
It must be a strange kind of grace

You came as bird in a dream to my bed
Your talons sharp and wings dark and splintered
If you were born in fall
And never left that state
Then i was born in the middle of winter

In the grasp of your palms and your pale craning neck
Well, you looked like some kind of martyr
Is it the down that refines all the bones of your back
Or the pierced skin that makes you harder

I will sort through the stacks of the souvenirs hearts
I will work until my hands start to blister
Like a paper mache artifact i will not be afraid when my loneliness crumbles

Walking last night on the road to your house
I felt quiet and capable, my heart felt patient
In the cross cut wind, I thought I heard the funeral
train of thought leave the station.

Vermont is not like washington
theres space and cows and big green mountains
i hope one day i'll see you smiling
In the rear view mirror as you are
Driving away

Hey-I'll see you in the springtime
Hey- I'll see you in the summer
If i make good on time
I'll see you in my mind

I been thinking about contradiction
Between response and submission
That love is work if it us true
And yet sometimes the heart does not get to choose
Some people want what they resemble
Some people become what it is they want, or what they’re shown
Sometimes i think it's your far awayness
That keeps me chasing my own shadow

Hey-I’ll see you in the springtime
Hey- I’ll see you in the summer
If I make good on time
I'll see you in my mind

Start a shitty job today
Leave it in a second
Drink a couple beers out back
Looking for some severance

Get back on the dead horse
Ride until the morning comes
The hair of the sleeping dogs lie down
In the shadows of the red sun
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