and now i feel like everyone has left
and the mess is mine to clean
unseen blood down miles of forearms
slimy goo all red and green.
but im the brown thats in the middle
im the brown that no one owns,
bastard wolf dog alone and freezing
and no one hears his moans.
theres a fastball flung and burning high
a nightmare in my eyes
my guts got stuck in quicksand
and you all think it’s lies.
and the sunset’s grey
and everyday i wake up and walk around
and find im lost
and need a nametag
in my dirty own hometown.
both from the upcoming secret chapter of Blook II called Juvenalia, the early poems which currently is as cheap as it will ever be, and includes free shipping.