Kerri Shying R - # 198 - Buts

Buts

there came the time when being high and sleep

began to merge   across lanes   take life’s freeway

slow it down  the crawl is not called

gridlock   after all   the time spent

fearing entropy 

we are not some kind of universe just one small blip

this last breath  not a gasp  has a taste of smoke of

the foil-wrapped cheese of childhood   sinks like

corks don’t    talks the way the kids do when they think

I left the room but    its just me here   so   who

am I hiding from  who am I talking to   if it is

you then  who

the eff  ing

hell are you