i’ve seen you stumbling by the sidewalk
contemplating cracks in the ground
freshly poured concrete
is pouring on down
i put my arm around you at the party
but you got up and left
in the corner you were crying
a funny looking mess
i’m wrapped in a blanket
full of empty arguments
with my parents and friends
i’m begging for a dead end
or a red light to stop me or something
in a green glass jar
pouring out like a fog
pouring out from a mental asylum
in the ballroom with the pipe of lead
i want to be friends again
clipperton