Noisy Nostalgic

Maybe we could talk like we used to
Through clues infused in verse
Like a sieve of reprieve
Whenever we assumed the worst

Maybe we could meet like we used to
One piece at a time
Eyes for hearts from afar
Or brush your hand by mine

Maybe we could live like we used to
But older now, wiser
I would be more open
And you’d have nothing to fear

Phantasm, Side: B

I’ve been waiting on a windowsill like I got a cup of bad luck and some time to fill

Some brain cells to kill

I’m satiating cravings with contagions and confusing conversations, will

You please help me, I’ve grown a conscience

It seems to be telling me to ignore common sense

And pretend I’ve still got relevance tied up in the back 

Like some cat who owes me two pence

And I’ll spend my hours like a credit card

Like I spent my childhood in somebody else’s backyard

I’ll rack up a debt of regret that I’ll aim to forget

And I’ll miss and then hit on some awful intent

My incentive is fainting like goats who are scared

I’m more unprepared than me at the front of class in my nightmares

I’m so selfless it’s selfish, I’m un-self-aware

Like a circle describing corners to a square

I can’t even get there where you are 

I’m too near, you’re too far

I’m too weird, you’re too scarred

I’m talking to myself again

When will my shelf-life end

Hey, can we still be friends

After I go incorporeal?