"crawling days"

the crawling days that build and burn 
body and wage
have come to turn
a calm abyss
acceptance weds
to gamble bliss
on vowels
remiss but sweeter than

the ball and chain 

 the cool hearts swing

the seedy breaks
from grounded hopes
bright in their haste
but pushing dull
in their repose

whats left to make of crawling days

Some story bribe

has got you punching waves

forget about the fork in the light

it will keep you

pill numb and grafted to

crawling days

what in the world could leash

the urges stirred beneath flesh

and what end will come to cease

the hungers cruel persistence

of lasting love

through passing lusts

catching fireflies to crush

till all thats wild in life

is nothing but a ghost light fading

away

away

what could reverse the wick

effect the born come under

and what fault of will accepts

the worst before it's over

hugging the anchor

as it sinks

just to know where we're going

till all thats wild in life

 is just another ghost light dying

away

away

Currently Listening Transfiguration of Vincent By M. Ward see related

like medicine Brother we've swallowed ourselves

in versions that flatter and fail

to move us by God or by anyone

over and over they're tucking us in

to sleep tight fisted and spent

on halfways to settle our lonesome

in passionless union we cradle these bones

and make our good sense of the cold

that keeps us from God or from anyone

over and over our beds made to swim

and we to drag the dead sea it's in

for halfways to settle our lonesome