Testo I'll Finish This Book Later

Dive into the land of papercuts and ink stained cufflinks
These words open doors
Keep a record of your receipts
To remind you of the joy of the sunset escape

The poem will bring you down
Your hatreds float away like butterflies
And maybe you'll read this tonight Gain credence through what you'll recite

Dust the page often
Take your time

Though it seems a constant duel
When you feed yourself the words that open up the child in you
Grab the bourbon from the shelf
This moment needs to be cemented, cemented

The poem will bring you down
Your hatreds float away like butterflies
And maybe you'll read this tonight
Gain credence through what you'll recite
And maybe you'll read this tonight
Dust the page often
Take your time