Along The Lakeside
Tiny Moving Parts
Be grateful of what you got
Well I am not.
Here I am,
Locked myself in the basement.
Smashing spiders up against the wall.
I am creating amazing science experiments
With jealously.
They have more feet than what I could ever fill.
I will cut my lips on a minnesota license plate,
Just to draw you in,
Just to let you know the route to my vein.
Prepare for your first winter!
Throw on your coat
And hope for months of snow.
The bliss is far too bold
For this heart to hold alone
I'm on my own and I'm still scared
Throwing up no throw up
Because dry heaving in the new black.
My throats a desert as I see my words
Clogging up the bath tub,
With each and every letter that I should have said.
Combined to make perfect sense.
I am wide awake and it is past my bedtime,
I'm busy flipping nickels and dimes
In the wishing well along the lakeside.
I will be brave all summer long
Because I got guts.