choose yourself
you are pouring yourself out
gasoline
let your hair down
fall out of the tyre track
mud and lies splattering
I have been practising to be so incoherent
life in theory is a slurpee
nothing solid but completely over sweetened
choose yourself
don't let those dreams fall by the wayside
stuck in that thick mud
sweet bubbles of plastic swirling with images
of some future so far and sweetened
pick your way through the weeds
sometimes i walk down cul de sacs
littered with tractor tyres
church spires and hell
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