And then comes order

the world is fat
why if I could wrap my arms round
all twenty four thousand nine hundred and two
salty miles I’d squeeze so hard
it’d bust faster than a
(drum roll please)
now listen
if distance equals rate over time
and ive been traveling for twenty one years
and ive been moving seventy nine
can I figure how far
Here’s My Mind
spattering like a road kill stew
buzzy like a broke ol’ radio
tuning in
tuning out
crackle, shackle and goddamn
we’re falling, sinking
faster than lead soldiers
speeding like light through black space

the flowers that I painted for you
have begun to wilt
and the paint drips off the palate
steady as the pulse of the city
until it is blank
as if I never loved it