816

with each new day
(a cymbal crash)

you got goose bumps
and they refuse to go down
up on end
like your momma’s temper

compassion spinning
across your forehead
like a wheel with no spokes

lauded ‘cause you’re
nobody else
just green with envy
and hatred
but keeping it so close

we all dive deep
be blue
call home
my advice isn’t worth much