By Zachary Simon
Should be continuing this
On a dollar bill,
And photocopying it
Before I smile,
And change my mind
When people have no pupils
Eye contact will be inevitable
When there is no hell
Honesty will be over abundant
For people will be few and
Far between
And end
And all
End and
End all
For I’ve taken too many
Reaches back, reaches back
Into a word to find
The time
To finish
On time, I can not
Singing me to sleep
Hold that note, hold this thought
For I’m gonna fill up both sides
This time
But too beautiful
Can’t just be a background
But too perfect
Can’t just be a support
But a narcissistic control freak
Can’t just be me
Sweet senses can’t be bad
And sin rhymes to well in every song
To be real, to begin
A quarter in the middle
Flip again and start over
A starlight star-lit sky
Just cut me a place in the pie
An inchworm measured almost all the way
Then stopped, made a cocoon, emerged as a butterfly
And flew away before it was done
Laughter coming from the horizon
Be-little it says before
I quit trying to succeed in something
That is only failed when never begun
And immortality realized and rejected at once
Is too beautiful to be a background