Play Widit / Get Saved

i am addicted to
asphalt and temper
tamtrums this
soilthat neverdries
and driving the wrong
way in parking lots
paying too much for
cable TV not to
mention childbirth on
the street named twiceas
far without candy… these
1000 subtle variations
of i don’t know are
taking up space in my
comfort time alone with
my beer

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There’s something pretty beautiful about that
wreck we kept our life’s work in She speaks of
unconditional love which to me is surely exaggerations
and some redundant use of the word “after…”

the children of divorce & a tenfold stagnation:
If you have civil rights and half a dozen other
convenient Excuses, behold: She held a bird in her hand

There is a museum for white people Called (quiet)
who wants to know what happens here in
Wintertime and everything i don’t have is forgiveness

Everytime my Minister decides, an airplane, the Poet of our Time,
throws unfinished homework all over our backyard, in flames.. She
waits here for answers until the time expires, listens to the music

for lovers, the Stopsign killswitch weirdline slamstep, One
beer after another Ambushed by crawlers on the way
to my bicycle, Hey, you Don’t know much about God, huh?

There are nanoseconds on my dishes Biting off pieces
of corn chips and decades on classroom management supplying
us with bad ideas: She knows a thing or two about hand guns

We want to think bigger. Get the nowhere wrapped out of us
So if you have had enough basketball, volunteer
duty picking up pieces of trash at the end of the day, just

Take your nervous breakdown day off today and meet me picking
cotton off the road out by the casino crossing and We’ll type the
meaning in afterward. Because they were all thoroughly uninspired.