Hum of the fan
Beeping intermittent
Your hand in my hand
All is forgiven

No stars
Just noise

Read from my book
I say what I like
I dress like the 80s
I'm 35
I think I'm better
than anyone who breathes
Im just a man
who can't stand to see

I know
Give me please
I am tired
It’s okay
You want broccoli

Special Attention
I don't have
I couldn't
and if I did
I wouldn't be able to hold it
I've tried before believe you me
it jumped and tussled and then it leaped
Out of my hands
onto concrete
crashing into millions of pieces before me
and since then I've tried to glue every piece
with nail glue and wax too but never does it hold true

I hate this swirl of wash
this mash and slosh
this snow of cold
this crisp and bold
this hair that twirls
and gray with boots
and bright red
and always attention
and smiles with razors mixed in
I hate this
I hate the way I forget to remember
I wont be getting any thinner
that 99.9 isn't 100%
to your dismay it isn't twins
I didn't want your man old dear
but I enjoyed your anxiety when you knew I was near

I think I'll make this one my own
Let it be who it wants
Let it roam where it goes
Say yes more than no
The door open more than closed