wake up with me and fill my lungs with clean air
I am a deflating tire waiting beneath a car for the green light
walking through confusing and ambiguous dreams
who would want to die and remain forever there
hold me close and define my senseless jargon as something greater
I am the sum of my things
I am a fire to consume it all. money burning on trees.
I am the liar who has more boxes of t shirts than a human needs in order to exist on the earth here. downsize. let it go. this is once. not everything is necessary. did i get enjoyment out of the object briefly? can I look forward to future enjoyment or is it obsolete?
