501

I’m the blur blur blur blue creep
I smell it like home like home like home
feel it rust rust rise rust
another time I’ll ask ask for
forgiveness but but but won’t hear
I missed your blue blue blur funeral
in my 20s
on my tongue
that’s fine

I’m standing in one spot
getting bored
spitting off the rail
trying to figure it out
clutching my stomach
thinking I feel god

what felt felt felt what right what rites

I’m standing still
on my porch
shivering until I feel right

winter
god winter
damn winter