Why does the sky feel so hazy today?
Plumes of ash where lazy clouds once drifted

when did my favorite silk shirt get so itchy?
Burning skin finds no REPRIEVE

My tea tastes like piss and my jeans slip off my hips.
The voices are droning, petal-less flowers
in droves like a sea of spears.

I guess you forgot about the sand castles
And now I’ve been wandering in the desert for six years.
Oh, how I miss you.
That’s clear to me even of
fever and fret.
–

He wins he wins he wins he wins he wins
(dunno)(dono?)
I guess I’ve forgotten how not to yield.

Yoiure beautiful beyond compare,
and there’s a storm in your heart
that I cannot traverse
smooth seas never made a strong sailor, yet
I can no longer see the ocean,
–after all, you told me to give it up.

And in the end it was all a dream