Should be continuing this

On a dollar bill,

And photocopying it

Before I smile,

And change my mind

When people have no pupils

Eye contact will be inevitable

When there is no hell

Honesty will be over abundant

For people will be few and

Far between

And end

And all

End and

End all

For I’ve taken too many

Reaches back, reaches back

Into a word to find

The time

To finish

On time, I can not

Singing me to sleep

Hold that note, hold this thought

For I’m gonna fill up both sides

This time

But too beautiful

Can’t just be a background

But too perfect

Can’t just be a support

But a narcissistic control freak

Can’t just be me

Sweet senses can’t be bad

And sin rhymes to well in every song

To be real, to begin

A quarter in the middle

Flip again and start over

A starlight star-lit sky

Just cut me a place in the pie

An inchworm measured almost all the way

Then stopped, made a cocoon, emerged as a butterfly

And flew away before it was done

Laughter coming from the horizon

Be-little it says before

I quit trying to succeed in something

That is only failed when never begun

And immortality realized and rejected at once

Is too beautiful to be a background