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But all good things have to come to an end
And you’re not a good thing, so you’ll come to no end.

The seeds you plant so long ago
Get covered by the ash that we call snow

Throw no flowers here, because
If heaven is a stop, then I’m a bus

Everything you do has a secret price
in the great advertisement that we call life.

Can I walk with you? My friends are gone
They diverged from this path we’re on
I’m happy to see that there’s still some left
Submerged in the pond we call “bereft”
If you get farther than me
I will fall for your ruined knees
Cause whatever self-respect I had
Got drowned in the puddle that we call “sad”

If I walk that way then my heart will stop
Cause the ground that way is a homemade prop

The only cure for my lightless eyes
Is to touch a flower and watch it die

There’s bad successes and good regrets
And the biggest failure is to just forget

The softest lights on this dark earth
Are you and me and our respective births

You are neither many of many nor one of few
You are the choices you acquiesced to
You are the thunder on forgotten hills
You are a large amount of pills
You are a great quantity of seaweed
You are death, life, rebirth, and the banshee.
Knee-deep muck on coastlines in your nightmares
Is dragging you ever closer to a mystery called “right there.”

You accept facts like banana stickers
You reject lonely, generally kind house sitters
And room shakers don’t tickle your fancy
The pounding speakers are making you antsy.
You sleep and wake, over and over constantly
listening to “seems so long ago nancy”
was it so long ago or was it just last wednesday
was it just last wednesday when you fell into that trap, see,

i know how to know when I’m dreaming, but if chance be
against me, i’ll slip into a bird’s eye view land sweep
of the huge valley of life from the cave of the centipede
to the red mould that asks “do you wanna dance please”
you deny thoughts and feelings simultaneously
i’m praying that your list of names nowhere mentions me
i am staring at the wall, i am whistling absently
i am whispering: “seems so long ago nancy”

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from Pick Me up with Yr Suction Cups, released December 19, 2020

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