Lapidary Bypath Hex

I raise my head
Open my eyes
I look to my left
It’s february outside

I would list your good qualities (your good qualities)
But no one has that kind of time (no way in hell)
You’re so sweet (sweet)
Even to the shitty people you meet (those fuckers)

Happy birthday (happy)
Happy (birthday) birthday (happy)
Happy (birthday) birthday (happy)
Happy (birthday) birthday (happy)

Allay Churn

These moments are like trees
The branches end in leaves
The roots beneath my feet
Are origins underneath

There was that time
I sat in your kitchen
And I stared
At your lips
It was a rare lapse
For me but, we ran out
Of words
To say

I was so tired
I fell
Asleep
On my hand
But even I
Knew the
Night
Had to end

That person isn’t me anymore
The calender no longer reads october
And it’s too warm to think about a sweater
And I don’t recognize the address on your letter

Santa’s Orange Julius

In this picture
On the bottom
Near the corner
You can’t see it now
It’s covered
By the border
By santa’s feet
There was his drink (there was his drink)
Santa’s Orange Julius

One year later
I wore a vest
That doubled as a sweater
You can see it now
We had gotten
To know another third better
Look on the back
Just look at that
We signed our names
The three of us

Uh-huh
Okay
Alright
Sure

In this picture
Near the bottom
In the corner
You can’t see it now
It’s covered
By the border
By santa’s feet
There was his drink
Santa’s Orange Julius

Out of Sight, Out of Limes

So I’ve been told
I think too much
And that’s my fault
It slows things down
Brings them to a halt

Sometimes they say
You talk too much
Keep something inside
You don’t have to tell
Everybody you know
Everything that’s inside

When I was 13
Everything was a future dream
It’d be really hard to list
All of the things
That seemed obscene
But somethings are always true
Because they’re things you’ve seen
Alcohol in a ﬂask
Ain’t water in a canteen

Got to take care of your body
If you’re feeling naughty
It’s not something you fake
It’s a decision you make
If it’s an incision you need
I’ll tell you one thing
You’ve got a doctor in me

You’re all I need
But you won’t see me tonight
I am afraid
And I just want to hide

When I used to go outside
I wasn’t ﬁxin’ to hide
I was mixin’ in my lows
While I was riding my highs
But now I realize
That in my eyes
When things weren’t great
It was easier for me to cope
And regulate
Instead of aggression
I was leaning on repression
With my hands in my pockets
And my secrets in some lockets
All the note I wrote and passed
Were to crushes you see
They were just from the past
To future versions of me

You’re all I need
It’s me you won’t see tonight
I don’t feel ﬁne
And I just want to die

SundayFriday

I found a
Note from my
Ex-partner
First lover
Non-friend
Who still cared sometimes

The funk that
I was in
It was a
Real tailspin
Guess what
Those notes didn’t help

My Dad’s called me lazy
But I’ve just got my mom’s crazy
I mean
I have my dad’s too
If that’s more acceptable for you

In the note (My Dad’s)
She was scared (called me lazy)
That I seemed
Unprepared
To cope with all that came my way (But I’ve just got my mom’s crazy)

So I grew (I mean I have)
Sick and fat (my dad’s too)
I was tired
Of all that
I’m wasted (if that’s more acceptable)
It’s Friday (for you)

I’m so Wasted
It is Friday Night
I’m so Wasted
It is Friday Nightspan>

Kimya

I woke up in my bed
For the ﬁrst time in weeks
And when I close my eyes
I can be at the beach
Or asleep

Kimya taught me how to write
Songs from my heart
Whether they’re about
The alphabet
Or huge gorilla farts
So I’ll sit here
And try to translate
All that comes
Out of my heart
So I hope
Fingers crossed
That I don’t fall apart

I telephoned a friend (that I’ve known for years)
For the ﬁrst time in weeks (I’m being nice to me)
And when I close my eyes (I can’t see you)
It’s like you’re sitting here next to me
Instead of out in a street

Kimya taught me how to write
Songs from my heart
Whether they’re about
An alphabutt
Or huge gorilla farts
So I’ll sit here
And try to translate
All that comes out
Of my heart
So I hope
Fingers crossed now
That I won’t
Fall apart

Crusty Henry

Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry

I know
I don’t need oil
I can
Fry things with air

Old IDs
Of high school girls
Hung on my wall
Over there

Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry

Go
Go away
Go
Go away
Go (Crusty Henry)
Go away (Crusty Henry)

Toilets don’t (Go)
Need any tanks (Go away)
Unions (Go)
Don’t deserve thanks (Go away)
Toilets don’t (Go)
Need any tanks (Go away)
Unions (Go)
Don’t deserve thanks (Go away)

So I wrote some song
For you, your Dad, and Mom

Front load (Crusty Henry)
Your cloths (Crusty Henry)
Hooters (Crusty Henry)
What are those? (Crusty Henry)
Front load (Crusty Henry)
Your cloths (Crusty Henry)
Hooters (Crusty Henry)
What are those? (Crusty Henry)

Crusty, crusty, crusty Henry
Crusty the whole day through
Crusty in the morning
And the afternoon
Crusty in the evening
And the next day to

Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry

Crusty, crusty, crusty Henry
Crusty the whole day through
Crusty in the morning
And the afternoon
Crusty in the evening
And the next day to

Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry

Toilets don’t (Front load)
Need any tanks (Your clothes)
Unions (Hooters)
Don’t deserve thanks (What are those?)

Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry
Crusty Henry

My Lie

It was an early morning
I believe it was late july
I promised you some pears
So we agreed
On a time
For you to stop by

This marked the ﬁrst time
That I saw
The tattoo on your thigh

You were the blueberry
Dressed up
On Halloween night

That package of big red
It was
Just an excuse

I bought it
For some time
And a chance to talk to you

I do like
The taste of
Cinnamon gum

If you say cinnamon
I just think
Of your sweater
In the sun

Lacy Decor

I think I need what you’ve got
I feel sure and then now
First I need, then I want
I like the way that you ﬂaunt

And that’s the way
That I get lost
I ﬁnd hope
Then hope gets tossed

I don’t always like the change (And that’s the way)
Sometimes things just get to strange (That I get lost)
I think hard, try to explain (I ﬁnd hope)
I think for hours in the rain (Then hope gets tossed)

If You, I Guess

I found some notes
Scribbled
On the back
Of a calender page
I don’t know
If I’m more sweet or dry
But I’m
Getting ﬁner with age
I read my wrinkles just
Like a map
I use them
To Guide my way
I don’t know much
But I know one thing
The only certainty
Is change

Yeah, I’ve heard the things that
You haven’t said
I’ll weigh them carefully, then
With the rest
That’ll have to do
I guess

When I’m going somewhere
On my bike
Sometimes I drive to fast
The pace is unsustainable
It’s not the kind of thing
That can last
That last time
That I was serious
I hope
That I didn’t come oﬀ as crass
I hope I wasn’t impolite
I just wanted to make
Everyone laugh

Yeah, I’ve heard the things that
You haven’t said
I’ll weigh them carefully, then
With the rest
That’ll have to do
I guess

Scattered Poetry

Scattered poetry
Remnants and reﬂections
Of me
And I can still remember
This scene
There were red-orange embers
Between you and me

I think I ﬁgured out
Why I don’t want to talk
I don’t want to lose
What’s already gone

This feels like
An invisible ﬂood
I can’t see it
But I’m stuck in like mud
And it ﬂows
Just like my blood
I could get out
If I could

This is a bad place
For someone like me
In every corner is
A memory

Will I still be here
After the fact?
Like my coﬀee
Tepid and black

Another Month

I’m here again
At january’s end
And the days
They end early
I should know
This happens yearly

And what I need
Is just some
Clean socks
And some
Warm (fresh) coﬀee

And the cold
Starts to stick
And the rain
Starts to pour
And I start
To drink beer
I know
It’s that time of year

Hesitation’s
In your eyes
It’s the yellow
Grouped
At the sides

Song to Myself

You can be
So foolish
Boy
You’re actin’ like a fool
You thought that
You’re so slick
But boy
You didn’t even follow your own rules

And so it goes...

You must think
That everything revolves around you
And all the things
You feel, see, or think
Everyone
Else seems so normal
I’ll try
To confuse them with a wink

And so it goes...

I thought that
You were so mean
When you through
All my things on the street

And so it goes...

Why did you
Have great expectations?
Did you just
Want to feel let down?

The Importance of Depression

I need
A pocket to put my list in
It’s just
The Importance of Depression
I need (turn left)
A bowl to put my zest in (turn left again)
It’s just (turn left)
The Importance of Depression (turn left again)
I need (turn left)
To pick up to your suggestion (turn left again)
It’s just (turn left)
The Importance of Depression (turn left again)
I need (turn left)
A shirt to look my best in (turn left again)
It’s just (turn left)
The Importance of Depression (turn left again)
[Mumblesing] (turn left)
[Mumblesing] (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
I need (turn left)
Something I can invest in (turn left again)
It’s just (turn left)
The Importance of Depression (turn left again)
[Mumblesing] (turn left)
[Mumblesing] (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
[Mumblesing] (turn left)
[Mumblesing] (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
I need
A place to leave my mess in
It’s just
The Importance of Depression
I need (turn left)
A shirt to look my best in (turn left again)
It’s just (turn left)
The Importance of Depression (turn left again)
[Mumblesing] (turn left)
[Mumblesing] (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
I need(turn left)
To sit and learn my lesson (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
[Mumblesing] (turn left)
[Mumblesing] (turn left again)
It’s just(turn left)
The Importance of Depression(turn left again)
The moon
Is just the sun’s reﬂection
It’s just
The Importance of Depression

In this picture
On the bottom
Near the corner
You can’t see it now
It’s covered
By the border
By santa’s feet
There was his drink
Santa’s orange julius

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