guessing what comes out? melancholy & sanguine.
sometimes sacred. mercurial baby
bet on that rocket
rock me asleep, stone me
to death. print me with letters
talk me out of it, talk me into it
close me up
close up beside me
close into me
close, into me
maybe it's the weather
maybe I make the worst weather
tengo mal tiempo
I wish I had allof the world's balloons to ride
back to last August or July or someplace
to some preplace
when I was just a kid in the sun
with a different kind of weather
I'm sorry I've been a wrath
I hope I am honest
I hope I am a trustful
bc I can sleep through the nights, now
I do things before bed
I draw those flowers
I let Kafka in my ears
& my melancholy blood
it is a pretty lot still, me
I mean, I could be a graduate with this mind of mine
I could muster the strength of many men up in here
I could rally
my virility
I could smoothe her hair
caress her down
make less lonely how-it-is
I wonder if I'll get fired for taking all of these breaks
but I'm trying to get true broke, see
bc I've heard that sometimes you need to break it
to snap back into place
