junecleavage

Suck me in
with the wind

and the cigarette butts
that once held a story

Tell me i'm
not pertinent

let the words
fall from your lips

Chalk it all up to
decadence

As though that makes any sense
As though that makes any sense

Eat your play-doh misfit dreams
for breakfast when you arise

If not for nothing
they say
they say

You can relish in your disguise

I listened

I learned

I pandered

I burned

You wrestle

And U-Turn

Funny that
significance
minimized

to a cat
with a hat
and a
big fat
lack
of
fact

A coagulation of
divided decade's blood

Simply scabs over
Simply fades into scar
Simply follows directions
Like a pre-programmed car

You rewrite the history
just how you see fit
Maybe one of these days
you'll recognize it