The Birthday

Always got your frown
 Got your brown bags
 Sulking in the corner
 The ruins of Rome in your armchair
 Filling up your pores
 And your wars and your basket
 Smoke on the mantle that sits on the ashtray
 Roll up the windows on this drive
 Blackened oily teacup
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 A drop on your round mouth
 Armor is rusting
 The knight and his raptor
 Always looking bored or too tired to remember
 Dust on your knee
 Or first snow in December
 Tighten the reins before this ride
 The hills and the alleys, back ways
 Forage through the leaves and long days
 Raking up the tea and candy
 Bent baby blue and his old bad news
 Evergreen but old isn't wise or becoming
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 Dust on your boots isn't much but it's growing
 *Bundle up your plans and your bags and your high class
 Treasure was found but the gold turned to green brass
 Tighten the reins for one more time
 The hills and the sandy blond bog
 Brackish water waves will mend some
 Cobalt-colored glass and sandals
 Elope to the reefs of Australia