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A Lot Of Good It Does

Its the ground that tries to never break
It’s too long
The reason is nervous too long

It begins to rot away 
Roiling to this never ending, dries away  

And it’s too long

Memories been a starless tomb of gray
gray

Its too long
Its too long

Don’t let the stem break and wither gray
It’s too long

It's too long

You don’t know what you see when I’m right here
You can’t be to blame when I’ve set up this obstacle course

When you trip and fall while I watch you try again
Why don’t you give up
Don’t wait for my help

I say I’m on indefinite intermission
You want the disease to be in remission

You’re gonna be waiting for a long long time
Don’t count the hours

Terminus

hummed a tune, made unintelligible sounds to the tune, then wrote lyrics based on what it sounded like

What if?

Gravity

Good morning everybody, hey.

This bench is sticky I hope I’m not
sitting in piss.

It takes a while to get goin,
takes a while to remember who I am,
takes longer to remember who I wanna be.

When am I gonna see that 20 fuckin dollars eh?

Good morning everybody, hey.

This bench is sticky I hope
it’s nothing pungent.

I’m just a small, pale, speck in the city
I hope the human eye detects.
A pinch of cigarette ash
blows away across the bricks.

The wasps can’t stay in the air,
their lives are out of season.
I have trouble staying in the air
for my own reasons.

Someone’s wearing so much perfume
they’ve altered the environment,
it’s a sweet smell but it’s not real,
I had a sweet dream
but  it wasn’t real.

Good morning everybody, hey.

Dressing Against The Weather

countless

Kaleidoscope

ingrained to repeat
the same falling 
falling

poised to take the stage
and keep 
slipping on the first step
slipping on the first step

can i let it go?
wouldn't mind
mind
will you see me go
please arrive
arrive

worse than the sun’s burn is the time
it swings us around in circles taking time

No Poetry