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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-05-03 10:42 pm (UTC)[...Alongside, not what it's for.]
I just need it to be a little less...everything. Just for a little while, I'm not asking for smack or crank or anything here. It's okay. I mean...I'd take a beer, that'd be fine. I just...there's stuff in the walls again and everybody's watching and my head feels like it's gonna explode and it was fine before that fucking flood.
[Shift. Shift. And he starts worrying at his thumb, more for somewhere for the energy to go than for anything really purposeful, avoiding actually looking at her because he doesn't really want to talk about it, he just wants it to stop. Or at least go back to normal.]