The Rot

Lean into the rot Nap between the noise Fester like the fruit You pass by out the door Lean into the rot Potted in the sun Cradled like a babe Rest for days to come I've peeled, you're peeling too Stand still, I'll rot with you Lean into the rot Revel in the mud Count the bugs in twos Catch their every move Lean into the rot Stationary truth Wallow in the shade How could I refuse I'm green you're turning blue Hold still I'll rot with you Ohhhhh My bed is never made I know what I'm not One foot out the grave Leaving from the rot