Well Water Black

Somewhere in some kin roots with fifths
 I'll find the hollows there and follow
 Where the fit do not go
 A subtle wind always blows me back
 Well water black
 Spigot spitting nothing
 But some frustrated air
 I'd put the hollows against tomorrow's
 Many sicks and sorrows
 Or a sinking ship with cargo
 And men on deck
 Well water black
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 Did-did-did
 Did both my grandfather's beg like this?
 Mad with little fists
 Under thick mustaches?
 Lighting the only tablecloth
 With the last book of matches?
 The blues of a proud, poor boy
 Caught on something manic and well to do
 It's your choice:
 Bird flocks stuck
 In a smokestack panic
 Or in little shoes you quit
 When they start kids pitching
 With your two palsy palms
 And all ten digits itching
 Now on the west coast
 Dressed most like a little league coach
 I'm low key, old keys
 But no boys to teach
 On no dusty diamond
 No breadcrumbs where I went
 Old muscle, slow hustle
 Oh god must me silent and far away
 For us to hear but nothing this way
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 I'd like to think I'd take dictation
 From something big and evasive
 That I've yet to see the face of
 Bracing. But when I'm awake
 I'm like a little twig
 Breaking under heavy winds weight
 Or a moth hole in a sweater
 I know I could do it better
 (I know I could do it better
 I know I could do it better...)