Such a lite way to fail/ only half way to fall
to the edge of the earth and i ask "is this all?"
never ever woulda thought, a line could be a single dot
inside my eyes i hunt for hearts, tear drops, tundra, and notions of art
such a dry piano, could icicles be
a musical instrument or a medium of art?
how many colors of white might there be. what color would i be without the light that gods shine on me.
how many women sing prayers in my hair while drunk marching minutemen throw forks in the air? in the dark they make marks, scars, stains and parks in these parts i’ve never seen, and territories i’ve never been.
valves and screws, plumlines and holes
pretty simple corks fail monumental roles
i wish i could piss
i wish i could fart
i wish i could tear
my whole self apart
i wish i was a sun
i wish i was a star
i wish i was something
very very far
across the sky
around the bush
3rd house on the right
is a button i can’t push
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