Tape
Let's pretend we're old friends
And not enemies like we'll always be
Empty of all empathy
Let's lie together till our legs don't work
Let's insult until the words don't hurt
Let's get down into the dirt
Lose our arms and do the worm
Let's try to work it out
Find something to fight about
Some words worth a shout
Let's be civil in this civil war
Let's stay still until we're bored
Walking on eggshells
Walking on glass
Walking on garbage
Compacting trash
Talking to crickets
Talking to trees
Talking to myself
Don't talk to me
We're done here
Sincerely
Don't answer
If you hear me
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Plothole
in the garden of Galalea
the sun breaches the canopy
shining through the crystal trees
it refracts off the chiming leaves
and is focused into burning beams
through the center cuts a stream
of molten gold and rolling steam
this perfect fever dream
is a nightmare so it seems
i'm salting not sowing seeds
in ground unfit for growing weeds
in the alley by a convenience store
a hobo holds a seance for
all he lost and has ignored
and finds the ghosts have gotten bored
in the air uncertain
climbing the falling curtain
hands and heart are hurting
will get that one last word in
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A Stray
Goodbye I
Never tried to lie
But I never could expect
These complications to arise
Believe I tried
Not to leave you in the midst
In the fog next to a cliff
I'm a frog and not a prince
But I sure had you convinced
We've got all of the atmosphere
Right here
At our fingertips
Funneled to our parted lips
We are high on oxygen
And asking for an accident
Falling tall we will imprint
Time and diamonds
I am silence
When you want to say everything
Somehow we'll get there
Out of the weather
The forest forever
We'll find our mind together
How far to the sunset
How long until the cement sets
Let's live on in our footprints
