Endless, Pt. 1

through my window
i knows
about the wind
when it blows

about the lights
from the road

and their every nightly glow
guessin oh, how they'd explode
if she should decide to show

up among this empty-handedness
endless...


take my feet
to the bar
where i know
you at not are

take my coins
place them there

make that sound
i love to hear

cause i have been long against this night
i've been a mess my whole life
i don't care what happens next
endless,


still the dawn
fills with needs
and my tongue fills with fleas

and your ghost
fills my sight

and the gathering light:
is laying soft around your feet,

as you turn
to ask of me,
"is it long, my love, until we rest?"

"endless."