SITTING DUCK (E A D G A D)
Sitting duck on an outgoing tide. On the incoming night. Hold your breath. This fuel wants heat.
Sitting duck, shiny and green. Flapping its wings. Kicking its feet. This wave needs a beach.
I am tired and I am upset. I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret. I am sorry but I’m not mad anymore.
The mystery, on the edge of the world. At the end of a circle. In front of your face. Only notice when its gone.
The good days are good because they’re not bad. And the bad days are bad because of the good ones we just had.
We are tired and we are upset. Let’s try not to say anything we’ll regret.
On the outgoing moonlight we are sitting ducks.
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