at the drive thru

Canst thou in thine great weariness serveth me that which recommends itself upon mine tongue, some of that funky stuff! For I have come from battle and am eager to feast and drink mead.

I tried to attack it

It's funny
how many times
I have to rub my eyes.
In panic, still not moving.

In a dark corner,
hiding behind a fern,
Trying to obscure his face.

One time,
I even screamed.

placebo

"baby...did you forget to take your meds?"

late night drum circles on the beach
late night drum circles on the beach
late night drum circles on the beach
late night drum circles on the beach
late night drum circles on the beach

...

Your memory is a worm in the dirt
stuck in a hole in my head.

You're no longer a person
but have grown into my mind,
like a demon or a bad habit,
an impulse but with a blurry image.

...

I could only look
look just for a second
and I crumbled.
The world becomes too much
to take when you worry
about your footsteps.
I could only walk away
a sad boy, you know?
You don't have to be a snake to know.