Document 15

The wait isn't so long

It's just the standing we keep

Falling over for

And now it hurts my teeth

We'll all get there at least

It moved me to my feet

We bend in our sleep

It's in the static we meet

Sharing hands and germs

And talk of little birds

Through shallow little words

Said not in any way found

A proper distraction a door to go round

It's only a stone

That acts like a heart

There in it's place

She plays at being lame

While I paint the devils name

Yellow red and green

And images obscene

And things I never seen

To keep them near my seat

To keep them near my seat

Oh why would you care why would you care at all