Laze on the couch, sideways,
watching ants attack waed on the gift box
top, Magic, worst thing to teach kids
with addictive tendencies, those who fill
holes with things they hope won't deteriorate
in time after all of the money they paid
Bills stack, get paid, too, but the space left
is huge, too gaping for the remaining
messed up bunch of tight, clinched presidents
Never thought Washington bought ice cream
and got fat, or thought that Jackson dug green,
pipe cleaned, choked on **** til oxygen be
came an old means, but here I slink, giving them
to family, so I can recede comfortably on
an old futon with broke dreams, with full sink,
two XLs, to be honest, it feels too real,
feels too deep, feels like I best hold home
and blow dro, sleep to the X-bone beep.

Lights talk with flashing
Lights sing with a low hum
I walk the pavement alone
with poor company, me
and only ever me

No voice, no fire,
no song
to sing
in signal

I can make smoke signals, though.
Watch how many cigarettes I can smoke.

It's how I
how I find
my friends

It's how I
do my best
to pretend

What are your plans this weekend?
Are you free?
See, I thought maybe we could play
like the
night after the day
however many missing years ago
at the
Tiger Army show

Mercy, please, have mercy on me
Hanging long as I have over you,
might think I'd see death as it's coming
but the braid binding my neck blew out my eyes
and left me hanging blind,
left me hanging years for you, as an idea
whose fault?
Whose fault is that?