I can
write you in a stupor.
Make you confused and bruised
and lose your mind— just in these words.
Heard a bird perch, tweeting, meaning to fly
high in the sky. I wouldn’t lie.
This guy told me so.
Go look it up. It’s tough and course.
No, no, I’m just horsing around.
Loud of the sound. Nouns are used a lot.
Rotting and potted deeply in your mind.
Rewind the blind spots. There’s a lot.
I’m not gonna lie. They’re spying on you,
doing weird things, bringing havoc
to all who has waisted their precious thoughts.
Brought you to a place, laced
with poison stew. That YOU drink,
thinking it was the best choice
you can make.
Take it or leave it.
Grieve it in the summertime.
Chime the church bells at 2 o’ clock.
Rock and sway any old way.
Today I made it. It didn’t fade
or parade like it usually does.
Must be the weather.
Together it’s all erased
just in case you don’t want
to think about it anymore.
Make you confused and bruised
and lose your mind— just in these words.
Heard a bird perch, tweeting, meaning to fly
high in the sky. I wouldn’t lie.
This guy told me so.
Go look it up. It’s tough and course.
No, no, I’m just horsing around.
Loud of the sound. Nouns are used a lot.
Rotting and potted deeply in your mind.
Rewind the blind spots. There’s a lot.
I’m not gonna lie. They’re spying on you,
doing weird things, bringing havoc
to all who has waisted their precious thoughts.
Brought you to a place, laced
with poison stew. That YOU drink,
thinking it was the best choice
you can make.
Take it or leave it.
Grieve it in the summertime.
Chime the church bells at 2 o’ clock.
Rock and sway any old way.
Today I made it. It didn’t fade
or parade like it usually does.
Must be the weather.
Together it’s all erased
just in case you don’t want
to think about it anymore.