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I’ve been wakin’ up undressed
Blinds shine white and dark
My navel lint picked out and tossed on carpet
Western Conifer bugs death pine scent
Ring Sam or Dad, lie, I’m alright
Cast blame on gloom and rain at night
It’s always worse, says Sam whose tired
I hang up angry curse the Mic
I used to send my voice to Sam
Who’s useless when it comes to
Validating temper tantrums
Complicated friend dynamics
One tree rope to one tree, hammock
Swing beneath the swaying branches
How long qualifies as napping
Cramped and glued and angry crabby
Told her yesterday was fantastic
Approximate my height and size
Get down Nebraska

By tearing at the plaster on the wall
By clawing at the last layer flaking off
Imagine all the damage that’s been dealt
By trying to scratch your lower back with a belt
Defeathering the limp goose wing to wing
Identify a tragic wrinkled thing
The oven’s off, you’ve got no plans to cook
You cast it over to the babbling brook
And grip the fence and bite your inner cheek
You swear you see a glimmer in her beak
Like somethin’ that you did made so much sense
She leaves a trail of red while drifting West

I’ve been told before it’ll be okay and it’s not
People often say it’ll heal itself but the cut’s
Open as a door to a hospital, carry on
Slipping in the wake, make a happy face
In the plot of land you stand on
In the plot of land you stand on

Makeshift shelter frantic animatronic
Unusual face, expression, I’m on it
Then you look, I’m spaced out, animal yawning
Then you turn away, plant face into palm
Across the brook, you squint, a flat hand above your eye
Some fowl sight, bloodshed, sigh, it’s a part of life
Row boat to body, bag up a fleshy mess
Who did this, God, who did this
God who did this?
God who did this?
God who did this?

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Lukie Sherman Chicago, Illinois

Hey, my name's Luke. I write songs and I'm from Illinois, currently living in Chicago.

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