The Listening Ties - Lawrence Arabia

These are the listening times

The last breaths of the night

We smoke our desperate lies

Regard the ugly light of the morning

These are my morning thoughts

Everyone looks awful

We need to go to bed

This conversation's never had

It can't get out

Like postums ( )

Growing thick

Weaving on the ground

Everyone looks down

At a person or an ended shoelace

Tonight  we'll set sail to the tropic of Capricorn

The kebab shop at the dock is open till the sun comes up

That is all