so i hear you are living in the weeds
dream big little man, eating back
the words you spit into my ear holes
on sweating days and broken glass
lazy susans in the home lot
but it is all alright, man
inhale deep and feel the spin
i wish you nothing but chilly mornings
with breath ending dawns
where you choke on the papers
and the green laughs at you
your hyperfallacies can't live with me
anymore. enjoy evaporating
and think of my laughter when
you are trapped in the cycle
of becoming acid rain
or is that too hard?
stick to the gentle shit
until your lungs crawl out
and trail your esophagus down the street
breathe deep