I pretend these lights are on for free

I clean up for rewards

I share the parts of myself that taste good

and hide the rot

I nibble on alone in times like these

I want you to bury me

to make you live to say

and every inch is one more flaming lung

My laugh, fall, or the road



Sleep is the best drug

I saw my Moon

That and wishing she was on Mars

Anything but saying she wished she was

dead

I remember wonder what was the

difference to people left around

Messes not picked up

Infections let to green



I laugh, follow the road