hellocentral

it's the socks in the drawer
and how simple they are
it's all the hairs on your head
and the man sitting on the sidewalk
he's wishing he was dead
and he's not too far from it
maybe we could sit down for a bit
and talk about shit and stars
and whatever came out of our
mouths by way of our hearts
the shape of your lips
always reminds me of the scars
in the sky. in your eyes
in the refrigerator light
and it's the most beautiful thing
the man in the street
he closes his eyes
he's gone to sleep
which is similar to death, in a way
at least it's enough
to get through the day
and no more will be coming anyway
at least not any time soon.
the room is spinning now
or maybe that's me.
maybe it's you.
and the lights have gone out now
so i'll just take my bow
and float slowly out of view.