Bullet

the thing about gravity
 it won't ever let on
 the gavel won't knock yet
 it's just the falling and falling
 it's a wholly different day
 than what i woke in yesterday
 blink at the ceiling
 and everything has changed
 and there is nothing to offer
 that won't look meek in the morning light
 i got nothing to offer
 but words that just keep falling down all the time
 hey youre a bullet
 youre a bullet now
 given the blacktop
 and a donkey to ride
 there's some that you'll follow
 and some you'll bury in the night
 and august is gleaming
 and it's easy to forget
 that the record is leaning
 to overwrought and underfed
 hey youre a bullet
 youre a bullet now
 'i'm taken with purity'
 one time a mouth said to me
 with the moon on her shoulders
 and the water in her hair
 and with all of your clothes
 lying there on the bank
 and all of your troubles
 brought to the water softly sank