I wish I had just
Enough grace to carry
Out my thinking in
A pen and not have to
Erase every little
Lingering thought that
Crossed my eyes in knots, lead
Me down the roads that
Lead to all the wrong spots.
Give me one second
And I'll serve you up a piece or two.
We can mingle in
Easy conversation if you'd like.
We can sit here in
Ease and hope the day won't go away.
Or prepare a fine
Meal of overcooked cliches.
You will talk to me
For just a little bit,
Until i realize
You have nothing to say.
Maybe talk about the
Weather the way it
Was just yesterday. You'll
Show me how to think
Without using my mind.
And I'll sigh in secret
Discomfort. Realizing
People believe in lies. |
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