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i wonder what you think of me
if you think at all
if you wave white flags for surrender
or who you pray to
if culture was the start-
was that you?
you’ve been on my mind
debating to see if you can see me
a little different
not ready for that conversation but
i can see it going there
when i am ready we will
maybe
only way i can explain it:
the body is on a delay
this isn’t a live stream
top dono gets a shout out no-
mind moves body waits
a delay
one part operated by me
the other
i
i am not sure;
they’re kind
just not me
i don’t stand a chance
against the sun
but someone has to
he stands tall without a rival
burning the less worthy
like a hot pocket
going around in a circle
unopposed
talkin’ reckless
can never get near ’em
that’s not the world i want to remember
if i exist
will my face be in tact
slippin’ off a plate
wet dishes
if we exist
past four hundred times
over three hundred tics
i can remember everything
but what you look like
the two dollar dates
photos by the bookstore
lunchable picnics
i remember being there
just not with a ghost
the second you leave
i play it again
and again
feel your scent like a thick cloud
i imagine
it’s what heaven is like
full of these clouds
full of today
everyday
i don’t recall
you being so
essential
tip of every finger
punch of every joke
pillow of every bed,
don’t know when you became a pen
checking every part of my body off,
when did you
become everyday
never one
to ask for help
rather bleed on the sidewalk
then ask for aid
at the tip of the blade
they prayed
then betrayed
all digging a grave with a heavy spade
no tombstones no markings
prepared for that future;
seems further by the day
it has been awhile
but i’m here
bleeding from my wrist
but i’m here
this wasn’t always the truth
absant more times then present
just so i could give something on christmas
i know they judge me
can see it in the corner of their eyes
never blinked twice
took their eye off me
i move past ’em
never stood still long enough
to tell ’em i missed ’em
i regret that
i know they judge me
i’m sorry pops
tattoos below my elbows,
i want them to judge me
i know i’ll find jesus
only a matter of time
they always say
boy you need jesus
everytime i ring him
can i speak to jesus
sorry sir he can’t come to the phone
now, you gotta wear his symbol
you wear his symbol you can speak to jesus
his line never come up
when i’m on that come up
jesus takes his ten percent
that return is comin’
jesus in my ear
that return is comin’
new age comes with new faith
yeezy on my feet
just to speak to jesus
walk-
chances are
this is the last time i’ll see you;
face wiped away
like steam off a mirror
was never you
just me
alone,
this isn’t a goodbye
just a memory wipe
hardware error
when you speak
four o four
memory not found
had to start this way
fresh start
kind of
expatriation date is still the same
just a new shelf life
Saint's Muse 