As my material falls apart
in the rapture of time,
space will fill with curiosity.
As my shed skin collects
in the corners of my room,
significance will wipe me away.
The certainty of a single leaf,
the acceptance of a toppled anthill,
the colors of muddy waters,
however dull they may be;
The mundane will be filled with all the mystery
of the furthest reaches of our distant neighboring star.
The cold reality will burn anew
in that timeless flame of electron.

My move is the cornered rat
My smooth is the mirror crack
My groove is the hissing cat
My moon is the cheese weighed trap
My time is the captured sand
My line is the grasping hand
My space is the sunset strands
My pace the sine of ridged tin cans
Where the thoughts coalesce
Where bad blood coagulates
Where the wind gathers specks
And deposits timeless anchors
Where the cost is a rest
Where the price is a dead snake
Where the heart stretches out
And with childish wonder, creates
There I recede
After navigating
The perilous divine lights
That blind and bewilder me

Slowly sinking lower.
These vines don't support the weight.
Wrapped around trees, their indifference
Should've been clear to me.

Kicking the way for emptiness
To bite in with every shake.
Down to my knees,  creeping deliverance:
Bury this failure; set me free.

Did you get your cake today?
Did you get a little money?
Did your family call and say
"Happy birthday, honey"?

Did you get your wishes sent
To be granted on a breath?
Did somebody ******* so good
It made you think of death?

Did you get a new tattoo?
Did you smoke some ****?
Or maybe now you huff glue...
Idk, happy birthday baby.

I never knew a girl named June,
Never knew a girl named May.
The fourth of July was my baby's favorite holiday.
When explosions rocked the sky
With colors and festive flare,
And the smell of burning paper
Filled the nighttime air;
For her, this was the happiest time of the year.

It must be true
About the lost and found
That get around,
Believin'

The green
Could be much greener;
The scenery
Just over there.

When hair
Begins to thin
And you can't start again,
Don't care.

The *****
Stuck to the thigh,
Hello, goodnight,
Sweet dreamin'.

When all that's left
Is the lost and found,
Wash it down
With the tears wept.

Grayyyveh,
Grayveh traaaain,

Sauce me dowwwn now,
Fill me uuup.

Grayyyveh,
Grayveh traaaain,

Wash me 'wayyy now,
Go on, take away.

Run me ovuh,
With that traaain,

It feels good, baybeh
Leave them stains.