I’ve been breathing
When I’m supposed to
And keeping it held
When I get close to
Figuring out
What it means
To breathe in
And out
I leave through
A red door
Into the rain
To find some piece
Of mind floating
In a puddle
Next to a fry
Box from
Burger king
If I pick it up
And put it back
In my head
It’ll be wet
And that’s fine
I suppose
Irene still feels
So close,
She’s still in her
Mill floating
Through life
On a death-raft
Of pills
But I can’t stress her
I know she doesn’t need
Another stressor
I know she spent
Her last dollar on rent
It’s cheap but
So was the asbestos
In 1917
So I guess its a trade off
I take off my walking shoes
And trade off for a bike
And splash through
Puddles on my
Way to find the
Northwest passage
In North Providence
And I’m controlling my breathing
Or my breathing
Is controlling me
Either way I can’t
Really see
Cuz it’s dark
It’s raining
And I left my
Glasses next to
My mind so
They wouldn’t get
Wet and make it
Hard to see
It can’t be that hard to see
Why can’t the girl
With the book
On break
Simply look
Past the Ebt and
***** sheets
And see the dirt
Within me?
She’s seen Isaac
Proclaim
How much beauty
There is
In dirt
And I guess
I’m the same
But I guess
This is best
Since I’ll only
Hurt or be hurt
As we learn and
Forget
Each other’s
Names.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:22 PM UTC
I’ve been breathing
When I’m supposed to
And keeping it held
When I get close to
Figuring out
What it means
To breathe in
And out
I leave through
A red door
Into the rain
To find some piece
Of mind floating
In a puddle
Next to a fry
Box from
Burger king
If I pick it up
And put it back
In my head
It’ll be wet
And that’s fine
I suppose
Irene still feels
So close,
She’s still in her
Mill floating
Through life
On a death-raft
Of pills
But I can’t stress her
I know she doesn’t need
Another stressor
I know she spent
Her last dollar on rent
It’s cheap but
So was the asbestos
In 1917
So I guess its a trade off
I take off my walking shoes
And trade off for a bike
And splash through
Puddles on my
Way to find the
Northwest passage
In North Providence
And I’m controlling my breathing
Or my breathing
Is controlling me
Either way I can’t
Really see
Cuz it’s dark
It’s raining
And I left my
Glasses next to
My mind so
They wouldn’t get
Wet and make it
Hard to see
It can’t be that hard to see
Why can’t the girl
With the book
On break
Simply look
Past the Ebt and
***** sheets
And see the dirt
Within me?
She’s seen Isaac
Proclaim
How much beauty
There is
In dirt
And I guess
I’m the same
But I guess
This is best
Since I’ll only
Hurt or be hurt
As we learn and
Forget
Each other’s
Names.
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