salt on everything
lick your merry lips off and hum it all in a bowling alley,
headaches and hogwash going on in my ears
dizzy, dizzy infected of worry.
it’s never my body, my friends, or my brain,
or my fault to be stranded in a utopian wonderland
for three minutes i could sit still and stare at the wall and let it (die).
this is my favorite mini-series,
well-written, under-funded when it all dulls.
never decaffeinated dream
and i love a big bleeding heart song we can all learn.
some days we almost feel alive and most days we forget to live.
for some reason, that’s all i can bring myself to say and
you know what on everything, everything.
sole - salt on everything
