Phosphorescent Follow

the thing about gravity

it won't ever let on

the gavel won't knock yet

it's just the falling and falling

it's a wholly different day

than what i woke in yesterday

blink at the ceiling

and everything has changed

and there is nothing to offer

that won't look meek in the morning light

i got nothing to offer

but words that just keep falling down all the time

hey youre a bullet

youre a bullet now

given the blacktop

and a donkey to ride

there's some that you'll follow

and some you'll bury in the night

and august is gleaming

and it's easy to forget

that the record is leaning

to overwrought and underfed

hey youre a bullet

youre a bullet now

'i'm taken with purity'

one time a mouth said to me

with the moon on her shoulders

and the water in her hair

and with all of your clothes

lying there on the bank

and all of your troubles

brought to the water softly sank