Toys Are Meant For Playing With
by @andrew-philip
I had no idea where the ground was.
I had plans with the ground
But I flaked like a bad friend.
I found myself in the stratosphere.
Bad friend.
The ground missed me,
I would miss it later.
She drew a bath
Of gasoline just for me
And then she smoked a cigarette on Broadway
Right next to me
What the fuck did she expect?
And now I’m at reconciliation
Trying to pardon both of us.
The priest told me I couldn’t smoke in the church.
This is my incense,
And I don’t get why it’s worse than yours.
I got angry falling back to earth
At terminal velocity.
Thank god the ground was soft,
That god the ground is a better friend to me
Than I am to it.