Shooting yourself in the face is a lie
told several times over, I know I'm shy, but
everything comes to a head some days
and everyone has to find their own ways and
painting pictures with the side of your brain
no way to begin to explain that
sometimes you need it on the wall
twelve gauge telling you, that you can stop it all
you can stop the voices and make you moose,
you can horn it up and take that choose
the out is there, sitting behind your head
close the books and let her fly
close conversations and take a skip.
To have it and taste and play. That's all.
Feel the deck beneath the liner,
the Great Lakes and be the ship.
Some people need body pillows.
Some people need focus.
Some people need a magic word
or machine and metal and a little hocus.
