Are you, too, looking for the culprit?
Your phone is the thing
slowly hollowing out Life
this brick holding false light
washing our faces grey
leaving us feeling earthless and alone
Put the small heaviness down
and enter your existence
like you’re slipping into cold black water
Nothing on the screen compares
to the honest answers of trees
or the clues you’ll find
on the marred faces
of the people who love you
even when you’re not really there
The hunger for love is great
no point in denying this body you ride in
you ridin’?
you ride in
a river of your tears
and everybody else’s
and this goes on and on and on
The good news here is
you can follow this feeling
until you find yourself
on the humble ground again
and then you can slither
and feel your heart
beat against something
that will always be there for you.
Ask the Earth, who knows
the way back down?
the way back down
to the solid ground
Animals held in captivity too long become feral
we need the naked wilderness
to feel our noble selves again
we need landscapes
in which to unfurl
our tales
Leave the underworld
and get outside
Feel the sun on your bare ass
and leap around foolishly
alongside your companions
Be non-sensical and queer
eat fruit and be free
Let the water remind you
who you came here to be
Inside a bliss-filled togetherness we find
the words were all there, just waiting to rhyme
Once we remembered the tones of our heart
Then we could start
Then we could really start
Outdoor Boners
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