Schwervon!

Red dirt hill along the highway
Tired tracks of falling rocks

Is that a raccoon in road
Or just an old glove?
Sausage in the glove box
Turtle on a sweatshirt
We are now entering the fog zone

Trees line the mountain side
Like scattered hairs along an enormous ear

Over sharing Cracker Barrel waitres
Everybody’s tired
Sometimes it feels like
Success would just destroy us

Standing on trial at the food court
Fried green tomato potato chips
Stevie Knicks on the camp fire
I still recall that phone message
From my sister “I, I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her so much.”

When we’re young we don’t know
As much about ourselves
We eat lots of bad cake
Take it out on the world

Ice packs on your tongue
Beercan stigmata
Designer flagellation
Perpetual hair shaping

The pain gives us wisdom
Gives us light and candles

Painted yellow sunsets
And eyes unnatural to make up

Your eyes work both ways
The first time I saw them cry
I wanted to run and hide
I wanted to fight with myself
I wanted to to do something

I’ve learn so much from those tears
I learn to feel things
I learn to stop fighting
And most importantly
I learn to love the smile that
Will eventually come, even more.
Because that’s what tears are for.

Never the same never different
A little colored tile in the right place
It all works like an apple
Stem to core
Annoying little sticker
I actually found a worm once
It was the best fruit I ever tasted

All hail Defender’s Day
Release the stars
From your spangled banner
Unnoticing the trash
Refined art theough choking
Unpainted drywall
A single red bra
Dangling from a wire hanger

Pigging out in bed
After a well lit easing with friends
All hail human beings
Inventors of the puff
The sound of hungar
Leaving the bidy

Buses and trains
Learning to attach
“the particular auditory effect
produced by a given cause”
I don’t need to live this life again
I’m taking is all in this time
and the second

With beautiful beautiful memories
Like beatiful little birds flying
In and out of my window