one more carolina
and a little more time
to repair wounds
of arrow hand
and hollow heart.
pop culture casualties
and every single
one of you.
somewhere in the real world
we meet in the middle of the knife.
or just west of the river
where we threw up.
all that is left
is a blind reflection,
but you know what's coming.
when you listen to records,
you will record it.
one day,
we will both smile
and say
what do we do now?