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Pen Ultimatum

from Break, Heart; Break! by The Mad Flight

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Blackout at a framing in a jacket made of blue
Saw a simple painting and I thought that it was two
Your teacup’s full of coffee and your cardigan of you

But you’ve got some good Polaroids from when we used to talk
Living in a wooden world of corduroy and chalk
I’m mastering your absences beneath the coy applause
Of myriad erasers, myriad erasers

And now I know I’ll know this thing by heart
Only when I go pull it apart

Was hunched over a desk I was philand’ring with a sophomore
While you’re off God knows where discreetly framing your philosopher
I’ve wrapped my mind around it I’ve explained it to the officer
But there is not a way that I can find provides an alternate

Were you poolside reading on finance or in some city smithy loitering
Or at the Sadie Hawkins dance with the thirty something boys you bring
We level out the bookcase we the radiator bleed

You are the wished-for ultimatum of this sequence’s unfurling
The piss-poor punctuation of a sentence still uncertain
Whether it be fact incontrovertible or query
I am the voice that wants to rise and in a hurry, but don’t worry

And now I know I'll know this thing by heart
Only when I go pull it apart

And every night I rail down Boulevard
Never find out where in hell you are
Entangled in sheets so sheer
Sweat-spangled and insincere, you crave

Was hunched over a desk I was philand’ring with a sophomore
While you’re off God knows where discreetly fuckin’ your philosopher
I’ve wrapped my mind around it I’ve explained it to the officer
But there is not a way that I can find provides an alternate

You put the “m” in sober and you put the “t”(ea) in here
Ask me to plan parties so that you can treat your hair
And by the time they’re over you’re asleep deep in your lair
And you won’t hear my footfalls on the stair

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from Break, Heart; Break!, released May 2, 2012

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