Vic Chesnutt Replenished
sitting in the breakfast nook flipping through a saucy book browsing for a bit of titillation (that's what you do, that's what you do) morning is warming on your mouth last days of direct sunlight for this part of the house move into the great room get the clean corn broom sweaping up a sad old pillar of salt (that's what you do, that's what you do) you're feeling glummer as summer dies off something was released with autumn's first cough matter seem's immaculate until it's consumed or distressed see her with her kitchen soap cleaning up the breakfast she knows it's never finished 'till the other's replenished it's never finished 'till the other's replenished propped up on the mantel piece throphies stuffed in a life that flies a couple of seconds can be a long time if'n it's froze, if'n it's froze matter seem's immaculate until it's consumed or distressed see her with her kitchen soap cleaning up the breakfast she knows it's never finished 'till the other's replenished it's never finished 'till the other's replenished