don't read what i am writing
yeah, i am talking to you
it's a make you look kind of trick
like you're trying to fill up your gas tank
real quick
but suddenly you see digital numbers tick
58.49
no
followed by a series of no's
what are you going to do now?
not get in your car and drive?
not sleep in the bed you made
i suppose if someone will pick you
up
and leave your full tank
and keep your empty wallet
crying in your back pocket self
to the next place
then,
what have you got?
two riddles rattling on someone else's road
no solution just empty excuses
bail outs and misuses of time and words
shut your mouth if you cant hear the birds
chirping, singing in branches in the trees
between new green leaves
let your skin taste a new season
and exhale relief
nothing ever stays the same
how many mornings have i woken up
to furniture rearranged
empty bottles of pain laid out
in dried up puddles of yesterday
now a floor film residue and
my choice to step in it and carry
it with me more
how many days and i won't even notice
until a couple long quiet nights incite
a riot
a made you look
make you look
are you looking
in the mirror
is what you see, here, getting nearer
closer, in your face, louder
made you look.
get in the car
where to from here?
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