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Waking up Wake up in a dream, Stretch like the sky, Peel like a banana, Fly out of bed, the shower weeps On my shoulder, Refreshed like a finely tuned god, For a fresh pair of socks I search, Socks have been searched, Breakfast floats in my dreams, The refrigerator shines like an empty god, Nothing in there but sky, I weep, Then decide on a banana, Eating my banana, Outside I search, Is it weeping? Like in my dreams Do tears fall from the sky? If so, suit up like a jacketed god, Why do we bleed? We gods, When we slip on a banana, Into the sky? For composure I search, In my wildest dreams, Over this I would not weep, For when we weep, We betray our appearance as gods, Walking through each others dreams, I curse the banana, And to the bus stop, I search, For curiosities in the sky, The sky, Is boring when overcast, it only weeps, Off and on, for sunshine it searches, Like a needy confused god, I want another banana, I guess I can dream, I am su...

Wanted – $200 bike that is a giant piece of shit. This is what the ad would have looked like, If I had made one for my Christmas present from my mom, It’s not her fault, I still really appreciate the gift, Just not its’ lack of function, As of today, I have ridden my bike 5 times in 3 weeks, And 4 of those times, it has popped a tube, This, Is bullshit, If I wanted to be on the side of every fucking road, Using patches that never fucking work, I would be a pothole repair man! About that, Hey Mayor McGinn, If you ride your bike to work every day, Where do you ride? Because all I get are streets with smooth open middles and fucked up shoulders, Maybe it isn’t where, maybe it’s what you ride, Where do I find a bike designed by German super-scientists leftover from Nazi germany? Do I need a mayor’s salary to buy one? Because I’m kind of fucking broke, I could sell you this shitty bike, When I got it I thought: ‘Yay! Now I can get places faster!’ The actual trut...

Dear future girlfriend, Know, that I am a little odd, I walk around with my chest open and you can read what’s on my heart, My mind is a bit harder to make sense of, I still don't know how I do it most days, Know, I wear my lies on my sleeve, So I try not to make them, Always with that, ‘Nothing is wrong’ smile, The kind reserved for customers and rude family members, Know, that I will love you, Ridiculously, but not religiously, Religions make people do bad things, Not that I don't want to do bad things to you, Know, that when I get scared there isn't much sense involved, The logic switch, gets flipped, Off, I run in the real world to keep genetics from making me run from the things that matter, Know that I talk, A lot, But most of the time I will try to say something, If I am talking loud and saying nothing, Tell me to shut up, I need that sometimes, Know, that I wear t-shirts with my favorite things on them, Pants that are nothing more th...