Copyright James Parison 2025

Falling up 
From a dream that might 
change your luck
In the season of the witch 
Sprinting just shy of the pitch 

Bittersweet pill
you’d think by now I’d know the drill 

Keep to the Gentleman’s Code
Don’t tell nobody at all 
Believe me man she’ll let you know 
One way or another for sure 

Hold the phone 
But don’t phone it in; throw a bone
And turn the other cheek 
But let ‘em glimpse 
the blade you kept sheathed

And dance baby dance
Until those bones become plants 

Keep to the Gentleman’s Code
Don’t tell nobody at all 
Believe me man she’ll let you know 
One way or another 
As sure as the flutter 
Of big monarch butterflies 
deep in your stomach 
As sure as the shutter: 1/100 
Immortalized on 35 & locked up forever

Gentlemen's Code

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