Pot Helps pt. 34

Crash! the smallest hint
Bang! the million scents
I’ve had a hard heart hearing
Where the old men were screaming
an apolitical nightmare of death
and memory
The way that some children can be

The way we all end up losing to see
It’s all over
How many more moments of early afternoon sunsets
can there be before it’s all over?
As I come all over;
as I be, as I am,
all over you.

It’s hard to pull out when you’re in
like a million radios singing
like a million frequencies traveling
come in,
come in.
It’s hard to pull out when you’re about to come
like a billion copies of me on the run,
just come,
just come,
just come.