it's as if my dandelions
had flown with the geese
what time of year was this
to burden me
to check
my
defense
that one last teardrop could call you back
that it could find
an
voice
of
it's
own
here
i
am
in your face
rotting
let me rot
your face
let
me
rot
your face
let me do it now
let me burn your brains
let me rip out your heart
come on boy
let me out
of
your face
before we combine
and burn your heart out
let me the freak out
of
your face
but
but
but
its its its
as
if
my
dandelions
?
...
..
.
it rained one
out
of
my
...
..
.
