I have to go to the store
To buy results off the shelf
Powdered charisma
And seasoned regrets
The cart is full now,
But one roller is stuck and
I keep going in circles.
Check me out, please
Let me away, back to the washed asphalt and my boiling cup holder.
The line stretches from the register back
To the frozen assets in dreams.
A child ahead of me teethes on emotions
While Mother skims the impulse rack.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t come back.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be buried up to my knees.
To buy results off the shelf
Powdered charisma
And seasoned regrets
The cart is full now,
But one roller is stuck and
I keep going in circles.
Check me out, please
Let me away, back to the washed asphalt and my boiling cup holder.
The line stretches from the register back
To the frozen assets in dreams.
A child ahead of me teethes on emotions
While Mother skims the impulse rack.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t come back.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be buried up to my knees.
