A Man’s Life

A man’s life goes up in magical friction.
A man’s life goes up in magical friction
with matches of wishes and flames of submission.

My car rattles. I shake a leg.
My car rattles. I shake a leg.
My heart hurts and I scratch my head.

The hotel was yellow but the hills were white.
The hotel sported yellow but the hills wore white
up in the Rockies, up in the night.

I won’t say precious, can’t say profound.
I won’t say precious and cannot say profound
but I can still remember the sound of nowhere.

A man’s life comes down to kisses and stories.
A man’s life comes down to kisses and stories.
When the kisses are gone the stories are glorious.

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