Teetering

i got an ear full

of fresh MOTH spunk

it's fucked my balance

i think i’m going to fall and graze my knee

i got a fresh mouth full

of the SHIT i gotta EAT

mmm mmm mmmm

you can tell it’s homemade

can’t see what i’m looking at

no forest, no trees

foliage up the wazoo

graspy, rapey EVIL DEAD vine vibes

can’t feel the directions

this crazy tale has me facing

the HIGHWAYS the byways

the long nights the cold

i can smell a thousand possible futures

dancing in the MOTES above my prickled flesh

a solar powered day dream frenzy

of scented goose bumped skin