Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Funeral of an angel

Reality can completely and utterly fail you
You can spill your coffee
And you can always end up
with the inappropriate song

You choose the correct words
And reality speaks all the wrong ones
Small joys like fishes
Can end up dying like last night

Buried in yesterday’s news
A few broken radars lost in a fight
The funeral will play itself out
When the other parent arrives

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