I am a pair of too often
I am a pine tree at Christmas
and a Turkey on Thanksgiving.
Most of my thoughts smell that new car
smell and my breath sounds like unfinished
My mouth is a landfill.
My lips are a part of that landfill.
My eyes are steel engraved walls.
My skull is a wine glass.
My arms are members of my band.
My heart, I have no knowledge of
I expect the skull to hold and
I expect the band to play and
I expect the garbage to pile up.
I only hope the heart continues on its way.