Everything is in there
Whether we’re smart or lucky
It will color the blood piss-yellow
Like a soft blanket
Whether we’re smart or lucky
Does sorrow form a dome?
Like a soft blanket
A deliberate distancing from the flesh?
Does sorrow form a dome?
Lest my bones forget
A deliberate distancing from the flesh?
As exo-organs.
Lest my bones forget
It will color the blood piss-yellow
As exo-organs.
Everything is in there