Matt Pond PA

Promise the bite

Matt Pond PA


hay from the barn filled our mouths up with dust 
fanning the air though we wouldn't have touched 
i'm burned in all of six different ways 
all for the fire and what they might say 

*now I'm filling in the forest and I'm covered with trees 
to far beyond what seems a bit too much, when light's been released 

**I've been dreaming - surprise, surprise… 
and from waiting - the wells have all gone dry 

turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk 
promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust 
I caught you down, way down in the field 
Green hands and blind, it didn't seem real 

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