1Time good sweet

time to party with the youngsters

nope I’ll be rolling over now

and burying myself

in blankets that are cool against my skin.

Don’t sleep with a belt on.

What time is it now?

Oh. it seems like it’s been that time

for a really long time now.

Did I get stuck in a dimension?

I wonder this seriously even though

I am old enough to be unable

to shout my dreams

to my grandparents

or draw with the crayons on the wall.

Roseart always sucked

and even though I may never use crayons again,

I’ll never buy my kids

Roseart.

It’s a good thing I’m stuck at this time,

and not the one hour later I

was actually thinking it was

for a full..

That’s right.

It could have been an eternity and I’d be helpless

as to how to describe it to you.

To be honest, I was worried sick that

I was sleeping in my bed

when that’s for later

and now’s for reading or doing something

that will get me a job someday,

so unemployed and broke

will never describe me.

I remember when I had a job to do in my head

I never needed to write it down

or tell anyone

I just did it

and I worked so flippin’ hard at it,

like I could die tomorrow, but as long as

I alphabetized my board games

or wrote some particular sketchy story,

I could rest peacefully under the earth.

I bet it’s nice and cool down there.

The last time I saw you

my face got hot

and my breathing patterns got fixed

on the most terrible trumpet solo

the world has ever hidden from.

I’ve ever even played the trumpet before.

The problem is, I’m dying to have you listen

to me play this horn

that’s screechy and awful.

I’m getting pissed off just thinking about the instrument,

to be quite honest.

Bloody, soft,

and hopefully gooey,

I hand this package of screech to you,

my present

like the package of worms, mud, and sticks

I gave to you

before I fell in love with you.

In my time lapse,

I found a piece of paper and cheated on you

with words I’ll give

but you probably won’t read

because you already love me

as well.

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