Out Of Order

i bet it's so hard
to be so rotten to the core
and i don't think i could see us
when there are still willows weeping
devils screeching " I AM SAD "
about things no one could ever control
in the first place.

sometimes i get depressed
because of all the insects i have devoured
with my shoe.
other times i just lick the slick
off my teeth
and grin.

occasionally it is easy to stare directly at the sun
it is simple to want to stay in, take
a nap. it is simple to say
i am tired
kick it all away into dust
let the wind deal with it.

but i am just PB&J on rye
covered in ants
i am the tar on your tongue
it melted us together
and ripped us apart.

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