We are sitting where
the Earth drops away
wondering where
the rest of her decided to go
if we were so inclined to follow.
Today we are not
happy enough to chew
the tops of grass leaves and weeds
as we watch the
grand red carpet entry,
dew sucking at our eyebrows and it's cool
because we have another week
to rethink our opinion and
another day in our lap
to play with until it dies,
neck snapped where ambition met teeth
and hunger for past times won out,
but we are together
at the high
point where ocean sky is so kind
as to meet us half way and
all the time in the world,
all the mystery too,
is not enough
to take us away, the me from the you,
happy to be there,
happy without the dive,
happy to be a part
of the you that
still feels so alive.
original works of parts
What It Feels Like to Be Paranoid Schizophrenic. A Mechanism for Survival.
Talk about it.
Talk about it.
Talk around it.
Talk about it.
Talk about the weather.
Talk about your sign.
Talk about your job.
Talk about the team.
talk about the economy.
talk about the state/
talk abuot the gate%
talk abut thhe space$
tlak abbbt thhe weiigh-
takl aaat tee meazurr
Talk to the sounds it makes.
Talk to the waves it brakes.
Talk to the faces it makes.
Talk to the paths it snakes.
Talk to the leaves.
Talk to the trees.
Talk to the friends
no one else can see.
Talk to the planes.
Talk to the segments.
Talk to the points.
Talk to heaven.
Talk to the sky.
Talk to the dead.
Talk back to the chair.
Talk to the dead.
Talk to the clock
Talk to the lead.
Talk to the lizards.
Talk to the ceiling.
Talk to the wall.
Talk to the floor.
Talk to Totsy.
Talk to Fred.
Talk to Ladel.
Don't talk to Mouthhand.
Don't talk to Clock.
Do talk to Shanice.
Never talk to Dot.
Unless he's with Dash.
Talk to close friends
but don't talk to Dash
when she's with Nod
and never talk to Brass
under any circumstance.
Talk to the sheets.
Talk to the leather.
Talk about the clouds.
Talk about the weather.
Talk about banks.
Have talks about the never.
Engage
engage
engage.
Talk about the weather.
Talk about your sign.
Talk about your job.
Talk about the team.
talk about the economy.
talk about the state/
talk abuot the gate%
talk abut thhe space$
tlak abbbt thhe weiigh-
takl aaat tee meazurr
Talk to the sounds it makes.
Talk to the waves it brakes.
Talk to the faces it makes.
Talk to the paths it snakes.
Talk to the leaves.
Talk to the trees.
Talk to the friends
no one else can see.
Talk to the planes.
Talk to the segments.
Talk to the points.
Talk to heaven.
Talk to the sky.
Talk to the dead.
Talk back to the chair.
Talk to the dead.
Talk to the clock
Talk to the lead.
Talk to the lizards.
Talk to the ceiling.
Talk to the wall.
Talk to the floor.
Talk to Totsy.
Talk to Fred.
Talk to Ladel.
Don't talk to Mouthhand.
Don't talk to Clock.
Do talk to Shanice.
Never talk to Dot.
Unless he's with Dash.
Talk to close friends
but don't talk to Dash
when she's with Nod
and never talk to Brass
under any circumstance.
Talk to the sheets.
Talk to the leather.
Talk about the clouds.
Talk about the weather.
Talk about banks.
Have talks about the never.
Engage
engage
engage.
Never. Talk.
About it.
I Messed Up (for my best mate, Jack)
I don't get it, but
at least when we
were skulking around the drainage ditch
and you were showing me bits of
dead rats already chewed over
and I was rolling my eyes
at tree lines already chewed over
we were both exhausted with
the tiredness of winter skies
and pressing for reasons to never
go home again
and I will be,
holy god damn it,
never the same for that hour when
we got each other
better than anyone not
us two, a pea and a sod,
a pair of clods,
knocking on heaven's door
because we had nothing better to do.
at least when we
were skulking around the drainage ditch
and you were showing me bits of
dead rats already chewed over
and I was rolling my eyes
at tree lines already chewed over
we were both exhausted with
the tiredness of winter skies
and pressing for reasons to never
go home again
and I will be,
holy god damn it,
never the same for that hour when
we got each other
better than anyone not
us two, a pea and a sod,
a pair of clods,
knocking on heaven's door
because we had nothing better to do.
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