The Mad Passion of the Stoic - Elf Power, Vic Chesnutt

Hunched over a little round bar table

Ineligible for the draft

Small pencil at epistolary

Sun on a rheostat

Strong tea gurgling in gut

Looking out across the smoky castling harbor

Oh, how wrong things sparkle and entrance alas

Sugar cannot sustain one, Oh, so fine forbidden

Flitting in front, coaxing the confident cat off

The cozy sofa over the sloping edge into the

Killing cleansing magma

So easy to accept

But so hard to understand

As the raging river tears

(as the)

At those doting terra banks

(doting)

That hug, hold and ultimately define it

(holding, uttering)

As the raging river tears

(as the raging)

As those doting terra banks

(doting)

We claw our coy comforts

«You always hurt the one you love.»