all my friends

make shapes past rot past heart and gum straw and bone
that kind of appearance shut between brachiopods
shrinkable treble scrimmages west of thee
portal to dust the hangdog stick and throw it
offended happy band
the we that along the way
had hands on hands on
traffic asterisk and shift space
so terse in the garage
beeeeeep yr car
as you walk to the mart
shit in the yard again
ash in yonder shafts
of light yonder shafts
of light yonder shafts
of light

tic tic tic three embarrassed things
shuffle in the tan arm hair they are tired
and they want to stick their faces into
beads of blood until you can't feel it
until you accept it
out in the yard wearing wool knee high sockkkssssss
sing again that "you tried
in some ways"
and add images in
the comments section
for the world to see world to see world to see
nieces and sons and aunts in antarctica throwing
things at the screen the screen the screen
when the worst is being
what we swore we'd be
back in high school