Supper At Sundown

[ti:Supper At Sundown] [ar:Buck 65] [al:Vertex] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Supper At Sundown - Buck 65 I walked over sidewalk street by warehouse Through dark brown mud One little dandy lion swayed up from the crack There ways dirt in it The crack not the dandy lion This is what I am doing right now Not bowling not standing on your face Walking slower than slaves Faster than forests disappear Damp cardboard scattered what-nots Suddenly I appeared in front of the fence If you were a small metal box with a hole in it Floating five and a half feet off the ground Six feet from the fence You would have seen me motion by Through time and space I would not have cared about you or the fence It was eight feet tall One sixteenth inch thick corrugated sheet metal With a gray primer finish Seeing that I wondered Is it true that you couldn't find the scissors Although it rained earlier The paper note was not destroyed Part of a note that I found on the drying Spottily sunny ground With brown skies over it and a spot of sun The note apparently it was ripped off The bottom of a letter by a parent She had planned to loose some weight this summer It said I thought about making it into something You can't even think that I know about The broken down swing set sat solemnly Sideways in the center of the street Tipped over And suddenly nothing happened It was then that I planned to dissemble Myself and I new that it would not Always be supper at sundown