The Leaving Season

We perch ourselves on mailboxes

waiting for obscene letters of home

when home is just behind us

We, the proud have turned our back

from the things we thought would bind us

Like a turtle neck sweater 

in Spring weather

Showing up in a North Carolina Winter

We turn our back a something that had once seemed to serve a purpose

Until in the heat of our anxiety 

our throat says I'm empty

Give me taste, that I may quench thirst

From a house cemented in the ground

With tap water coming out in 3 holds

Be we perch on a box 

Waiting for a letter to take the tired home.

We squat, knell, and pray everyday waiting a messenger

Pleading in an awkward position

People in love keep calling us to a feast 

that'll supply us for this long winter season

But we'll leave bitter

cause we want to be catered better

I live like I dog
Says the man meant to behold
I live like a dog in summer
I'm panting in a regressing beat
The tones of my apathy
strumming me along cursing
The dirt
The beautiful dirt I stand

I hate work
I hate stale milk
and stagnant relationships
I eat like I belong in jail
I hate getting spam in my mail
I hate the three seconds it takes to get texts
I hate that I work out three times a week and I have such pathetic pecs

I'm so blessed at this picture said the moon
I wonder if anyone could this beauty too
What a blessing
What a blessing
Oh, a blessing

DOLL HOUSE

ARISE
you once filled with spirit
marred by a fanatic
dashed quickly into a fantasy
Arise from the plastic

left your eyes
and stop giving up on your story
take off the mask
and say "I'VE HAD IT"

Pick up your shoes
Left the one
comes next the two
Stand together through the door
say left foot to the right foot
I'm tired of standing inside the door
"I"VE HAD IT"
I'm not doing that anymore

Seriously, I'm not doing that anymore
I'm tired of only touching the cold wood on the floor
I'm tired of looking out the window
at living things that are pursuing something
foreign but lovely

The fire might be comfy
But I'm cramped
and this toy house won't let me grow anymore

I'm tired of looking to be Barby's Ken
ANd I'm tired of living the tale
of that which makes boys come under a delusion their men
Not living a real adventure
But crossing truth and lie
women and sin
standing left foot without the right foot

Doll Houses and doll babies

the next lady

enough to make you go crazy

with fake bodies

and hollow nothings underneath something you can

strike cold like tin

She can get as cold as like ice

and won't provide a summers weather

cause we live in a doll house