You call your heart collect
across three states
over static discharge
frequency.
Your just an old ham radio
at the side of the road
breathing out smoke
short circuited fuses
blow out butterflies
when no ones looking
you lost your mind
and you still cant find it.
The air taste like ellaye
all the ufos get mistaken for planes
out here.
but everyone's an alien anyway
who the fuck can make any sense.
You sleep with one eye open
because you're afraid of yourself
the days feel automatic
without the great gospel vibrations
pouring over my afternoon reception.
The white noise
you are the holy ghost.
god damnit stop using that word
but it sticks to you
and you cant forget it
the day you threw up
all over the bathroom sink
and the coffin line
vibrated twice...
...it gets texts too.
how it felt to lose.
An old ham radio
at the side of the road
making collect calls
just over the noise...
hoping you can hear the sound.
and fortuna never told.
--
School is tough.
Life is tough.
An exgirlfriend whos one of the better friends i got.
And i prove urban legends wrong.
maybe life is hard..
and it fucking sucks...
but its not that bad....
all the time.
Maybe i didnt sign up for this
but fuck if i cant make the best of something.
Sometimes i wear nice shirts....
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