add 'er all up.

saggin' faces, drippy hearts
pile'a words just fer you.
bowl fulla guts
dropped 'em on the table
while sayin' hello to you.
extended release always make
my fuzzy head feel better.
heart on a sandy hill
jaw on a knotted rope..
tied together in a bundle
let loose by a dull kitchen knife.
cut my finger on a bunch a orangey
carrots.
orangey like the porch chair
i'm settin' on.
orangey like the acid in my sad ol' stomach.
orangey like the place i fill with the fuel.
fuel a'words, fuel a'food, fuel a'desert
sadness.
brain's got a pair'a blinders
like leather flaps near a horse's eyes
so i won't get a bit a distraction.
fightin' against the cigarette my blood wants ta smoke.
fightin' 'gainst the pen my fingers
are a'holdin.
jus' wantin' ta be a bug waitin' on a leaf...
or an apostrophe in the book your eyes're readin'.
so i won't miss a beat my heart's
s'posed ta bleed..
'cause next time the sun comes out
to sooth us, tell us it's alright,
this paper might be more wrinkled .
symbols might trigger somepin
diff'ern in grey tissues.
clothes might fit a little awkward,
like a letter from a'old
best friend or a picher you
can't quite
put yer finner on.
lungs'll be a little blacker
n'things you wish you kep'
in yer atoms may be
a little streatched
too
wrong.