{"id":2826,"date":"2006-01-20T04:07:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-20T04:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/01\/20\/its-too-late-at-night-for-harmony\/"},"modified":"2006-01-20T04:07:00","modified_gmt":"2006-01-20T04:07:00","slug":"its-too-late-at-night-for-harmony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/01\/20\/its-too-late-at-night-for-harmony\/","title":{"rendered":"it’s too late at night for harmony"},"content":{"rendered":"
Hey mister, are you in a hurry?
\nI have this package, it needs to be delivered.
\nIt’s a matter of life and death.<\/p>\n

In the event of an emergency,
\nwe ask you to please remember to
\nkeep both hands within the safety zone.<\/p>\n

It was a dozen roses
\nI did not know what to do with.
\nSo I hung them in the kitchen
\nuntil they dried into powder.<\/p>\n

Please believe me.
\nThis manuscript is the one
\nthat will change my career.<\/p>\n

On transit, she watched faces.
\nTired to find someone to talk to.
\nSometimes she would smile if
\nthey were reading a book.<\/p>\n

Seems the way, the solution
\nto finding the melody
\nis right in front of you.
\nIt’s called sheet music.<\/p>\n

She sings swing low sweet chariot
\nwhen she’s shopping for cotton.<\/p>\n

You don’t cry enough.<\/p>\n

In his dreams he is a doctor.
\nHe had no business in the hospital.
\nIt was an accident he cut you.<\/p>\n

The color of leaves falling
\nis such a clich\u00e9
\nit’s a wonder the trees
\ndon’t die of shame.<\/p>\n

My lover used to be mythical,
\nI found him in the pages of a book.
\nShame when he met me
\nI wasn’t pretty enough.<\/p>\n

The clerk at the shop with the
\nhealing crystals has too much acne.
\nObviously, she never listens to
\nthe right kind of music.<\/p>\n

Chapter one is brilliant.
\nIt reads like a phone call between
\nEinstein and someone who
\ngrew up poor in New York.<\/p>\n

She walks on the outside of the curb
\nand tells him it’s so if there’s an accident
\nshe’ll get hit first.\n<\/p><\/div>\n

Dear, you don’t understand.
\nI need to learn these lines by tomorrow.
\nIf I don’t, I’ll be fired.<\/p>\n

The moral majority has
\ndeclared that you’ve stepped too far
\nThis time we expect you
\nto relinquish your relationship
\nwith the child.<\/p>\n

Prosthetics are too expensive.
\nYour eyes are beautiful just the way they are.
\nPlastic can’t replace liquid honey.<\/p>\n

My troubles with gods began
\nwhen I was very young.
\nI found a book in a hotel drawer
\nread it and thought it was poor fiction.
\nNo one alive could believe that.<\/p>\n

He just kept repeating
\nthe same haunted phrase over and
\nover “Please yellow bird.”<\/p>\n

The mayor claimed it was for
\nliberty and honour
\nthat he cut the ribbon on the bridge.
\nReally, it was so he could drive to work
\nten minutes faster.<\/p>\n

You lied but I would still marry you.<\/p>\n

Skin as soft as gentle spring rain,
\nthat’s what it was going to be covered in.
\nLeather like butter, like a naked
\nteenager with no self control.<\/p>\n

The postcard of San Francisco
\narrived with no name so he left it
\non top of the stove
\nand forgot.<\/p>\n

You are pensive and often melancholy.
\nYou are everything the internet tells you
\nexcept you don’t need viagra.<\/p>\n

I wanted hexadactyly when I was little.
\nMy girlfriend wanted a baby.
\nWe split the difference and sewed our
\nmouths together with red surgical string.<\/p>\n

Grandfather claimed that
\njunk food was communism,
\nfine in moderation but
\nnot the a way to win the war.<\/p>\n

These wings of balsa wood may
\nbe too thin to hold my weight
\nIf you want, you can have the cat.\n<\/p><\/div>\n

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Hey mister, are you in a hurry? I have this package, it needs to be delivered. It’s a matter of life and death. In the event of an emergency, we ask you to please remember to keep both hands within the safety zone. It was a dozen roses I did not know what to do … Continue reading “it’s too late at night for harmony”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[155,9],"class_list":["post-2826","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-flickr","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2826","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2826"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2826\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2826"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2826"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2826"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}