Are you in on the ruse When she lights it like a fuse And it’s taylore Like cottagecore Somewhere in an avenue Or a forest in the heavens blue And I just want to let it be heard That I heard that bird When her wings were still free Before clipped by profanity Though no less profound And I listen to their sound And divinate Like some kind of awesome on the dinner plate That fills you up and nourishes the soul Til you’re empty as the begging bowl And whole Can you see it too She’s mellow yellow and here for me and you
Do I dash my own hopes And they wonder how she copes As they slash and burn Get in line so everyone gets a turn At the aching of the mending fences torched And she dreamt of a life on the front porch Sipping tea with her chosen one Now she fears that her son Will tear her down And she left the town Only to want to go back And none of those fuckers know jack About who you are And every star Turns into a black hole Don’t let them take your soul When they tear at your skin But you found it in him And I know I’m not alone When I click the link on my phone
The Poetry Book 