Naive Like flipping off evergreens Out of envy I still love you Just a little less Than before En repose I thank God For the deer The chipmunks The bunnies And the lack of you. But I’ll still wait for the owls...
Disentangle from it Stop crying mid soliloquy There’s work to be done Playing with plastic grass and day drinking I don’t want to rhyme anymore There was so much left of me for you To know But it’s only Blue black blue and back Again now...