Spelling Era

The post- it's are color coded

Stuck above your monitor at work

To honor the deceased who wrote it

No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man

Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide

Swing, swing

Swing, swing

Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak

Below they're celebrating they light up the street

Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk

Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace

I offer to accompany you homeward

40oz duct taped to each hand

Abolish two weekends sober

Now my arms are tired but won't stop

Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell

Six minutes in a conversation is

All it takes to find your tell I'm told

That red hair and red Volvo oh

We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know

Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak

Below they're celebrating they light up the street

Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk

Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace