no way the wars of strangers turn flowers into my fingers pinch

this flow(er) cap the shower’s cold wet and purr

I blow its flows thru rusty pipes my phone’s a pipe I smoke it like that you like that

the news

the news

the news

(a miracle)

(a football game)

(the long game)

(like my music’s not the same it used to be folky but no)

(not now) like I say to

my little girl (I say)

use your knees to fall

on your hands to fall

on your face to register