Mason Proper
Out Dragging the River
he wrote it with a crabbed handan ageless plastic poembut no one needs to read itit's nothing we don't already knowcause we're out dragging the rivertrying to find something missingbut everyone we know is hereand nothing that we have is gonei think i'm through with the fightingchopped off my heavy, heavy handsi see the blue spot fadingkeep it down, keep it down,i'm caught in my own net.i think i'm through with the fightingtwo turns away from turning blueyou can watch if you want to.they said he's just a crusty addictlurking in dusty atticsand tapping on your pipes at night.the sounds are pretty thougha pickled caterpillarsleeping salty in his pocketnot everything he has is herebut no one he wants is gone
From Letras Mania