Lately I get most of my clothes
from bands at shows
My look may be disheveled
But sheveled was never my goal

The rhythm of daily work is gone
I fill my days with drilling holes
In an empty bucket of happiness

If everything communicates
One might conclude that I despair
That's not quite correct ---
I don't really care

I don't have much hair anymore
And it never stays where I meant it
Headphones, beds, hats and wind and more
I never know what it looks like
The mirror's not my friend

If everything communicates
One might conclude that I despair
That's not quite correct ---
I don't really care

There's a new mess on top of my old mess
New dust on top of my old dust
My dust bunnies now have
multi-generational families

Everything Communicates V.2

Blunt Objects