Soma Gone Slapstick

He wanted palms

Secular psalms

"I'll find you a palm tree, make you think you're in California"

Clear lungs

Clear lust

Soma gone slapstick

You leave only footslips

We all hear the same sound

This whole fall on the rebound

Find you smoke: nola snow

And we're back in chicago when I jump out of the window

Your mirror eyes reflecting sky

I did feel sorry for you, overwrought and see-through

A glimmer of the future made this winter even crueler

Did you, did you know I feel the same

Can you, can you stomach this old dopey game

A buzzing like panic

Made this whole spring kinda manic