6/8/13

I wrote this awhile ago, was rummaging through my Google Drive and re-read it, and was like "cool"

The grass is so much greener on the other side

of the window I’m looking out,

the grass is so far away, I almost can’t see it

the grass is close enough

to touch

if I didn’t find it too eerie

to hold

it blows around the wild wind

the wild wind sways its hips, as it shuts the door with its ass

and leaves me behind this window

looking at the sunbleached grass

the sun is bleaching my mind

it feels so strange

strangeness is my friend

it’s close enough

to scream at

if it weren’t too fickle

to hold