You don’t have a license barely
a permit
You have a tractor
getting harder to push
Up the freeway
your friend who’s singing slightly
Behind lyrics
clearly they don’t know thank god for
The Penske truck
is a sight for sore ears
Loud garish yellow
noise is cramming
All
fourteen things
Happening against
my eyelids as information
Floods
through toddler hands
Holding the motor dripping
oil stains
I’m looking down at
my feet are still
The same
size of change
Traffic creates
only letting
My brows think for my bones
then brain to
The rest
of my face I use to smell
For
the gingerbread house because I can’t look
At my journey drip
away back down again
In sync with tears or sweat or saliva
just something
Clear and complete
ly me
If someone was here
and saw how much I was
Not doing things easily in leak of
nothing
Would change
but complete difference
Like once when I dreamt I was important
only to come back to
Right down
a good metaphor
Is a room full of silent horses next door
still here
Is traffic
ironic it’d be faster to crawl
My way
in
Secure means I explain jokes laugh at my
self I don’t find
Anything interesting or true
ly funny
Except
surprise
How time hides uncomfort in lack
of
Meaning
when my heart feels the most shame and holds nothing but
Just my mind
is alive and I feel
Like
I am
Which is just
My teeth and not my hair because I’m not
Smiling
out of a person
Whose not
a woman or a man even less so what’s left
Over
from right
I need to check with my fingers on both hands
off the wheel
Two sets of answers
brakes the facade of trusting me with the future
I watch the time on my left wrist then
ask out loud
To make sure
it’s right every time too
People who look up only to sleep and focus
on eyelid thoughts
And have
forgotten how to
Change
when
Time is past
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:44 AM UTC
You don’t have a license barely
a permit
You have a tractor
getting harder to push
Up the freeway
your friend who’s singing slightly
Behind lyrics
clearly they don’t know thank god for
The Penske truck
is a sight for sore ears
Loud garish yellow
noise is cramming
All
fourteen things
Happening against
my eyelids as information
Floods
through toddler hands
Holding the motor dripping
oil stains
I’m looking down at
my feet are still
The same
size of change
Traffic creates
only letting
My brows think for my bones
then brain to
The rest
of my face I use to smell
For
the gingerbread house because I can’t look
At my journey drip
away back down again
In sync with tears or sweat or saliva
just something
Clear and complete
ly me
If someone was here
and saw how much I was
Not doing things easily in leak of
nothing
Would change
but complete difference
Like once when I dreamt I was important
only to come back to
Right down
a good metaphor
Is a room full of silent horses next door
still here
Is traffic
ironic it’d be faster to crawl
My way
in
Secure means I explain jokes laugh at my
self I don’t find
Anything interesting or true
ly funny
Except
surprise
How time hides uncomfort in lack
of
Meaning
when my heart feels the most shame and holds nothing but
Just my mind
is alive and I feel
Like
I am
Which is just
My teeth and not my hair because I’m not
Smiling
out of a person
Whose not
a woman or a man even less so what’s left
Over
from right
I need to check with my fingers on both hands
off the wheel
Two sets of answers
brakes the facade of trusting me with the future
I watch the time on my left wrist then
ask out loud
To make sure
it’s right every time too
People who look up only to sleep and focus
on eyelid thoughts
And have
forgotten how to
Change
when
Time is past
