Oh you know…
Sometimes you just wanna
walk and see the big dark space of empty and step right into it.
To fall right into core of the planet.
Because that’s the easy.
To stack the apple cores on hangers and breach their seedy contract.
Just mean something.
Come on.
Pull up your swagger and launch your soapy mouth into the air we don’t own.
I’ve a dollar for every breath and I’m a rich soul
so are you,
right at your core.
