Out Sleepwalking
When my time bent alongside the study of light
I traded fun for a quiet life
happening was happening
in a few people and cows, B Minor Waltz
a weedy herb along the path
from a distance, a good cry
doesn’t make a good story
but I keep an open mouth
poke a hole in this bit of paper late at night
see what flies in
two raindrops tap a lemon
the world has all this nonhuman percussion
the fear part, and then something else
I traded fun for a quiet life
happening was happening
in a few people and cows, B Minor Waltz
a weedy herb along the path
from a distance, a good cry
doesn’t make a good story
but I keep an open mouth
poke a hole in this bit of paper late at night
see what flies in
two raindrops tap a lemon
the world has all this nonhuman percussion
the fear part, and then something else