Avalanche

For Todd, who wanted to see the birds.

 

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I don't mind the sun sometimes--the images it shows

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look through other peoples' eyes

 

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain

That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain

 

Butthole Surfers, "Pepper"

Song of the day

Done