Same Differents

Today the sun
is a whistle
the pavement
a drum
the laundry however
still needs to be done

American Eagle

When I bought these fucking jeans
I swear they fit my ass
Now I'm on the cliff and this jagged air
is screaming on my damn it
denim like some twisted letter knife
and the perspective is collapsing down
hard and fast
collecting in some chaos chasm shit at the bottom
of my guts
nailing me with nightmares
like nothing never will
they're nailing me with nightmares
like nothing never will

Pencils

Your pencils are boring
holes through the pockets
of my rags
A final version of myself
the smoke after the drag

Afterschool

I am in the classrom
Below me
four feet high
stands a selection
for the future
of the world

Henry is an artist
always crying
He sometimes sits
and glooms and sometimes
sobs as he considers the implications of his situations
but Henry is always able to shake it off
ready to try again
for there is always
another beginning

It is children wisdom

But there is a growth
-a tilt away
when raffish Willa
comes with something to confide
and then decides to my adult dismay
that she’s gotta keep it confidential:

I’ll tell you in a million years

she says

If we’re buried
In the same graveyard,
I’ll whisper it to you.

And later I caught myself
preaching to Max about how hate begets hate
unless there is a choice
an effort to rise above
and I thought of how true it was
that I was definitely improvising
making shit up
and I was believing myself
believing in eternities

Word Cloud

Broken Cart

Song (link)

Lyrics:

Asile nine is labled wrong
They've already played that fuckin' song
The peaches look like chewed up pits
There're piles of Kibbles without Bits
When you're in the grocery store with a broken heart

The cart wont move; the wheels are stuck
Sauces all turned to rotten muck
The freezer doors are left ajar
Your bonus card won't get you far
When you're in the grocery store with a broken heart

Flourescant lights and bakery blues
Stock boy cigarettes and unmopped ooze
The deli is serving wraps of slow
And fullness feels like long ago
When you're in the grocery store with a broken heart

With Regards to the Tallest Man on Earth

When you sing 
About snake skin 
Orchards being thrown 
In the fire, I think 
About this steam inside
For when a call is made 
Into my heart, all 
I can do
Is breathe streaks of smoke
And watch the wisps try 
To circle 
               harmonies
     around               your 
                  song