hot out there
cool in here
headache messed up
messed up
on a headache
in the suburbs
with
my socks
over there
balled up
by my feet bare
over
there
placed with care
awwww yeah
Houston, are ya
in the house?
awwww yeah
internet internet internet
arrive with a passport
wi-fi with the broadband
caramel swirled into the ice-cream
sunday HBO television
I’ll give you
my best sincerity
my best knowledge
is everything is fragile
all around us
we develop attachments
because we have
to be addicted to something
I’m eyeing mine
talking a walk
around the block
steam empties out
of my ears
seek wisdom beyond
my years
the kitchen light
left on
I shoot it out
as a courtesy
junk from my pockets
piles up on the
living room side table at night
in the day we train trip
to the art museum
and the butterfly museum
my best joke if I
do say so myself was
when the lady came over
and she was like
would you like to feel
the wing of this dead butterfly
I was all – what happened?
“he died”
how did he die?
“well, they don’t live very long…”
oh. so he didn’t get
into a fight or anything?
she was a sweet lady and said no
I didn’t make a big thing of it
didn’t want to make
any real trouble
I feel myself quiet and reserved
at different points and
this is my lovely nature
later I will
climb a tree to its tops
and spit lava
or collard greens
to joggers
jogging through
peaceful territory
no one
can say I’m wrong
well
they can
it’ll be all right
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