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 

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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