Something chasing after me, saltine
Biscuits trailing my feet, salty tears soaking
Them through their flaky meat, lotus dreams and
Finite weeks, never running away from time, instead
We wait for it to catch up to our heels and leave crumbs
Behind
Time was sluggish and easy when I took it into my arms,
Pliant when I bent it around my arms, hula hooping
Lifting me to the tips of my feet, time knew me
More well than the parents I'll never meet,
Dusty paths and soles of feet pattering on
Sizzling concrete;
Time tells me I should have been a runaway
Dirty souled and residing in gas stations, sugar in gas tanks kind of thing
Take me for a ride, so fast, so quick, until the moon is a gleam of
White and mixes and melds with the lines of coke;
Pop bottles popping off, night breezes, a kiss under palm trees
Southern Arizona and cool synths, runaway dream
Onomatopoeia making a home in our daydreams
Eyes seeking to find God but
Never truly meeting Him
