weird feelings.
remember my visit to the left coast?
that coast, most host, you were
leaning, leaving, forgetting toast
flying kites then mumbling byes
it's hard to see things clearly when
my thoughts are a boat somewhere out on the Indian ocean.
Don't ever go away from home
you'll never know what it's like in the unknown
you produced such pretty frames of colour
scribble, got a pen? nine digit number
speaking from one corner of his mouth
sing-a-linging
i don't really care about the clothes i wear
i don't own a brush don't brush my hair
then we went to the parking lot
didn't share words that much
it's not as fun being home alone
not good conversation from the home phone, phone
that coast, most host, you were
gone, no one.
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