Schwervon!

I am awake with coffe cake
Although pumpkin bread
Is what I wanted

Slow roasting Adams Rib
The dancing boy is helping

Losing your shoes
Finding your mind
Smoke filled rooms
Checking out at noon
The comforts don’t comfort
Like they used to

We slide through miles of blasted rock
Stained with generations of foreign sweat
Our wheels pack the graves
We stand on the shoulders
And soak in the applause
Like we lit the fuse ourselves

Purple flowers by the road
You are not the first person to dance

Cheese curds and root beer floats
Hot sauce and egg rolls I’m tired of
Chasing that pea down the street

There’s so much health
so much beauty
so much rock

Bacon and eggs will break your legs
But kale will never skirt you

Needy cats in the morning
Showering in the drippy love of friends
Strangers and lone rangers

Try to detect it…
It’s not too late

There was a time
We did everything in cars
Except drive them
For very long distances

Sometimes it’s about how much
You can do between the lines

A hawk circling for road kill
Goats grazing in a pin

So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw

Bubbling like a bunk bed
Cowboy sheets and frog terrariums

Free water everywhere
How could we fuck that up?

Three ways to stop dementia:

Buy more records

We all grew up differently
In different shades of light
Squares fit into circles
Circles fit into squares

The flavors in your mouth
Are geese in the clouds

So
Chase them.
They will constantly change
Just like you

An everlasting Gobstoper
Never smaller
Never larger

This a room with a view
This world outside is beneath us
Above us
Outside of us
It looks through the window
Why are you staring?
It asks.

Pick it up and spread it
Don’t forget your mask
Half tailed squirrels
Soggy potato chip leaves

24/7 group meditation
Hot pockets in the corner
A Mutual surprise
Stop trying to say something
Listen to the rain
Where do all these wires go?
What is behind that curtain?
It moves like a ghost
Or maybe it’s just the wind

This town used to be something
For sale signs on every corner
Spicy chicken popcorn in every pot

The crows know everyone’s face
Stamping out fires with their feet
They feed between the lines

The pumpkins all have eyes now
Reighdeer on a rainy day
I’m still in love with all you

This town was built on education
When do we get a chance to use it?