The window fogs & using my
sleeve five minutes later you for
get to mute the microphone and
too many days later the blank page itch
ing the wrong glasses what would you do with
out those tools a message from our sponsor
tired feelings & scraps of songs hanging
from this burnt flesh at night and well you’ll see
what I’ll do if you light another fire
work sure I know you try to keep the dust
off otherwise you’re right I don’t have to
tell you but a glass of lemonade would
be nice at twilight when sometimes
the simple things leave long splinters
other animals 