between

[dredpiratebunny]

when i am left home
a curse of my own making
thinking of all the i-dont-understands
and playing the game of futures i cannot see
i hit a plateau of solitude

the air presses onto me
as i read words from your mouth
unbelieving and yet fearful all the same
you cannot see it
but my hands hold the key

and then from over the canyon
he glimmers the reflection of teeth unused
a straw in one hand
a beacon in the other
two feet equals half a life away

this radiation pours into me
like Dali's lost thoughts
i shake my hands i shake my heart
and drip instead across the branches
not knowing where to go
i am the watered corn starch
i mean nothing after all