Adjusting to the night sky out under the pavement
If it's customary to gaze
I note the big star like how they use cute language
Like he gonna bring home the bacon
I had a pig in elementary named him after the Little Debbie snacks
The packaging tossed in the waste bin
This a separating of the recycling
How a few cans always end up misplaced man
My cobwebs is evidence
I get tired of moving my digits too far out of the sediment
Adding up another reason to wake up later
It's incremental, I savor
The molasses settles to the bottom of the mason jar
My favorite constellations are
Whatever I can see from the highway
Driving back to my parent's house
The city fog dissipating
20 minutes from the skyline
I'm probably an apparition
I'm probably nothing but the byline
I'll probably wake up too late for my time
I'll probably justify a reason to skate by
I'm probably just a few stars misaligned
I'm probably just a few stars misaligned
It's a taut state line to the east
The only thing infinite is the bridge still shaking beneath
The flathead the wrong size my arms outreached
We all take a swing
It's all pull-and-release
The catfish shadow
Resembles something of a beast
The Rorschach blot spills on the page and in post
I could turn it to another motif
You get lost inside the indigo
Pen pal letter shakes you, redirected from a different code
Zipped lips
While I linger all day thinking about where I'll go
We've gotten to the point together
That we know tomorrow i'll wake
Breaking points are just an envelope shake
And in front of me this package came from somewhere i couldn't place
You know anything about this
I have no idea where this came from
I dont think i ordered that
Well alright
Should we open it
Ah sure
The city fog dissipating
20 minutes from the skyline
I'm probably an apparition
I'm probably nothing but the byline
I'll probably wake up too late for my time
I'll probably justify a reason to skate by
I'm probably just a few stars misaligned
