i need a distraction
something to be heard
above the perpetual
electric buzzing,
human eclectic
humming,
cognitive corrective numbing
is my mind running
straight, or am i becoming
a paradox?
how many distractions
can possibly fit in
before i finally
get enough
to distract
from all the distractions
i never asked for?
millions of distractions
(from who knows what place)
but i think
i think i need to make the space
for just one more
to add the the show
because i really just don’t know,
i don’t know what to say
when asked
about the weather.
i need a distraction
but please
don’t give me something
that tries to be heard
by screaming
a half-pitch higher
than all the other screaming screamers
because i spent years holding
my breath
when my mom
drove over bridges,
my dog never stopped barking
when you yelled and
as many times as i’ve tried
i’ve never been able to write my name
with a sharpie
on my frayed black leggings
in the dark
so i know nothing works that way.
distract me
(yes)
but do it with a whisper.
because i agree,
it really is,
it’s a kicker
that the sunshine fits her
so well
but won’t fit us.
but it would never fit you or i
that’s not who we are.
(we’re just people that cry
when we look at the stars,
just some kids with souls
that hold black holes
and whisper lies
in the dark)
but we’ve still got a chance.
our dark could defy
what her sunshine denies…
but i guess it must make me sick to think about
because it is exactly why
i need a distraction
because i’m always thinking
so i’m always sick
because there’s a black hole just
of thought
inside my tummy
and it hurts sometimes
because if i look inside
myself
I’ll be ****** straight in
and all i’ll hear
is the numbing din
because my brain
won’t stop growing fuzz
because it is all mossy mountains
and nebulous fog
when all i want
is a big flat lake
and a clear open sky
but in the wake
of this motorboat mind
i guess that’s kind of
hard to find
so please
until i do find
something of that kind
i need a distraction
and though i might not be willing
to get lost in my own brain jungle
i’ll get lost in you
any day.
distract me.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
i need a distraction
something to be heard
above the perpetual
electric buzzing,
human eclectic
humming,
cognitive corrective numbing
is my mind running
straight, or am i becoming
a paradox?
how many distractions
can possibly fit in
before i finally
get enough
to distract
from all the distractions
i never asked for?
millions of distractions
(from who knows what place)
but i think
i think i need to make the space
for just one more
to add the the show
because i really just don’t know,
i don’t know what to say
when asked
about the weather.
i need a distraction
but please
don’t give me something
that tries to be heard
by screaming
a half-pitch higher
than all the other screaming screamers
because i spent years holding
my breath
when my mom
drove over bridges,
my dog never stopped barking
when you yelled and
as many times as i’ve tried
i’ve never been able to write my name
with a sharpie
on my frayed black leggings
in the dark
so i know nothing works that way.
distract me
(yes)
but do it with a whisper.
because i agree,
it really is,
it’s a kicker
that the sunshine fits her
so well
but won’t fit us.
but it would never fit you or i
that’s not who we are.
(we’re just people that cry
when we look at the stars,
just some kids with souls
that hold black holes
and whisper lies
in the dark)
but we’ve still got a chance.
our dark could defy
what her sunshine denies…
but i guess it must make me sick to think about
because it is exactly why
i need a distraction
because i’m always thinking
so i’m always sick
because there’s a black hole just
of thought
inside my tummy
and it hurts sometimes
because if i look inside
myself
I’ll be ****** straight in
and all i’ll hear
is the numbing din
because my brain
won’t stop growing fuzz
because it is all mossy mountains
and nebulous fog
when all i want
is a big flat lake
and a clear open sky
but in the wake
of this motorboat mind
i guess that’s kind of
hard to find
so please
until i do find
something of that kind
i need a distraction
and though i might not be willing
to get lost in my own brain jungle
i’ll get lost in you
any day.
distract me.