i walk briskly
through the humid night
nearly two am on the side of town
that money- people
never go
there, the bars are
open
they are staring at us
waving words
but we don't turn
and i don't meet their
gaze
[my eyes are shut
they have been]
my ears are pressed
we enter the seven- eleven
at two am, where the worker is stoned
and continues to ask me
if i am mormon
if i have
a car
and if we have
a far, long ride
to go
tonight
and somehow
she's more sober than i
am
and you
have been
though we were working
professionaly til one
am
[don't ask
how that can be]
we are young
and this walk
ain't over
yet
so come near to me
stand outside of time
i found the light
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