maybe it was the sixteen bars
or the sixteen hours

or the scent of desert flowers

got me drunk

got me dreamin

maybe it was the real ripping at the seams of yr mask

how fast we shed sick skin have thinned

air in valleys consumed

mountains

throbbing in my view

have worn stones

too

many burdens

carried

maybe it was the runaway fame

the shame in her eye

stopping for highway change

desert empty

empty me to be filled

follicles to grow again

gumball heaven

altitude

high

It's alright, It's Ok


It's Ok
To faint in living rooms alone
To wake to dogs panting
To panic in cities you have never slept in.