this ones for jesus. this ones so silver...
as i was driving out to wimberley today
i was having very simple thoughts
like, "well... now i know how to get to wimberley".
i saw a ran over kitten.
and i think,
"well... i guess someone was driving out to wimberely
and didn't want their kitten anymore
and just tossed it out the window... doing 70 like me.."
i always think the worst.
and just like everyday
the sun set in the west
like a single bottle rocket
burning out over there
and it gets to be that time
in the year where the crepe myrtles
bloom, bow and cry, pink and white
butterflies cluster about, sucking
on a wound in a sapling
and i was relaxing so hard
the hammock broke
and i realize that hammocks break
as its one of those things
that hangs there
in the back of your mind
going off now and again
like a bottle rocket
you find in a box of stuff
from high school
and though you might've never been into fireworks
you can't just go around throwing away perfectly good bottle rockets
swayphying old gun powder
and suddenly you're pricing pushmowers
thinking, "i'm thinking of buying a fucking lawnmower?"
and thoughts go six directions roaming
fragmented drives
so instead you buy a 44 oz. big gulp full of delicious soda
and sit down on the curb outside the convenience store
let the sun reflect from losing scratch offs
and pennies too scarred to make it thru a Coinstar machine
my neighbor pulls out a freezer bag of schwag
breaks off 3 fingers, no scale
and asks if i can explain to him how his
new Sirius radio works
over a sour apple blunt
that i refuse
6 times before he stops passing it to me
i take a bath of hyssop
as lightening downloads vermouth in the mouth of the sky
white cake on a clean counter top
but once
when six
i'd been digging for most of the day
and had created a hole
large enough to trap a smurf
as they were roughly my size
roughly
i didn't think
i was that big really
i was having very simple thoughts
like, "well... now i know how to get to wimberley".
i saw a ran over kitten.
and i think,
"well... i guess someone was driving out to wimberely
and didn't want their kitten anymore
and just tossed it out the window... doing 70 like me.."
i always think the worst.
and just like everyday
the sun set in the west
like a single bottle rocket
burning out over there
and it gets to be that time
in the year where the crepe myrtles
bloom, bow and cry, pink and white
butterflies cluster about, sucking
on a wound in a sapling
and i was relaxing so hard
the hammock broke
and i realize that hammocks break
as its one of those things
that hangs there
in the back of your mind
going off now and again
like a bottle rocket
you find in a box of stuff
from high school
and though you might've never been into fireworks
you can't just go around throwing away perfectly good bottle rockets
swayphying old gun powder
and suddenly you're pricing pushmowers
thinking, "i'm thinking of buying a fucking lawnmower?"
and thoughts go six directions roaming
fragmented drives
so instead you buy a 44 oz. big gulp full of delicious soda
and sit down on the curb outside the convenience store
let the sun reflect from losing scratch offs
and pennies too scarred to make it thru a Coinstar machine
my neighbor pulls out a freezer bag of schwag
breaks off 3 fingers, no scale
and asks if i can explain to him how his
new Sirius radio works
over a sour apple blunt
that i refuse
6 times before he stops passing it to me
i take a bath of hyssop
as lightening downloads vermouth in the mouth of the sky
white cake on a clean counter top
but once
when six
i'd been digging for most of the day
and had created a hole
large enough to trap a smurf
as they were roughly my size
roughly
i didn't think
i was that big really