The hobo in the boxcar,
The love inside your heart.
Just a moment of shelter,
In search of a fresh start.
Did this have a meaning,
Or just along for the ride?
The armadillo built skin,
And The tear in his eye.

The forest is on fire
Not the actual forest
of course
But I mean
I can't  tell them apart
Regardless
Somehow
it caught fire

Talking out loud for my feet that make no sound
Universally I could draw no crowd
She cries till my knees hit the ground
I set my liver on fire but learn from my father
…
Nothing you can do will ever matter

Particle or wave
Theory or fact
Love or lust
A list of things that don’t matter
In no particular order

A FRIEND TOLD ME A SECRET THAT i HAD PROMISED i WOULD KEEP.

“THAT RUSH TO LEAVE WORK, GET HOME BEFORE HER, ENJOY THE TIME ALONE.
THE *** UNCEREMONIOUSLY BEGGED FOR, **** WHAT IS A WARM CORPS.
STOP AT Taco Bell, USE CASH, UNBEARABLE TO SHARE A MEAL TOGETHER.
TO DRIVE IN SILENCE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO ASHAMED TO SING OUT LOUD.
SHE NO LONGER HAS A MUSIC PREFERENCE, TOP 20 SUITS HER FINE.
I CAN NOT STAND TO SHARE A MOMENT WITH HER IT’S A FORCEFUL LIE.”

i TOLD HIM i’M A LIAR.
HE MELTED AT MY FEET.