Small Crimes

Failure

Small crimes


Smiles stretched on


old trees


Strike your match so


lightly


Watch the crooked


smoke rise


Empty praters to


heaven


Just a mask of


blue sky


Look away to





Small crimes


Kick the dog for


eating


Leave you old self


hungry


Watch in coldest


pleasure


Tell the world what





Ever turns you on is fine


with me as long as


Matches don't get wet


Warm winds calling me a


coward make me smile


They can't convince


me now


Burned prayers turn me


on to nowhere sick


and empty


I don't feel so bad


Ever turns around again


says to me softly


Start the fire now


Small crimes sever


used-up old


considerations


Freedoms not so great


All fears burn up





They said hold on to the


stairway railing


Meaning everything


is meaning


Something makes it hard


to keep track


Hold on found me


tangled forest


Growing got my


dryest summer


Small crimes held my


match box tightly