this is my life and they are happy with it.
Light up the light with Can.
All hail those who can make this muck shine.
From a room gone wobbly, to the palm
pressed firmly on the bed. My Foster Grants,
my Blues Blockers, my Webelos.
This is called incessant knocking, from what I gather.
Here and there permission is given
so you feel like a mutant when I don't sleep.
The body and mind make a mushy quad.
Make attempts to flatten the head out
and become artless and beveled. When that bill
hits you're going to feel like a million dollars.
I just don't twist the air much anymore
because it is getting done on its own.
Head home. I realized the day would go along
a certain way. I knew I would act a certain way
with a deadbolt. Copper wire jutting from his ankle
and jaw. She is everywhere. I am here.