Can I be excused?

Thinly lit dinners watching wicks burn through wax
Puddles form, entrees arrive, commence with knives out
Pass a plate and toss the napkin on your lip
Slick your hair back and glare over the food
Looking for the answer to a crossword puzzle
You barely understand
Even when you stand the edge isn't near
Pull up a chair it at will and it tends to tumble down the hill
Even though your presence sits still
You only need a few bucks for a loose thrill I just need a pack
Watching the wheels catch water
Moisture over barbers
Cut my hair grow it arson
I think the growth in communications outweighs the lonely equation
You equals lost light It's hard to see it but you know we are right I put the roll in my step
The cognitive foam aching up my arches
The branches looked stressed lines over lines
The weed line undressed into a meadow
The field grass turned to the sun wavered westward
Setting into cloudlessness
Blow breathes during armistices
Hope my mess is written to text So the best can't rid the next
Hopes float but the medium streaks menace
Long pause through strung songs
I wanted roses to become roads
Pictures to settle their message
It's supposed to be defense
Means most out of respect
Act slow out of reflex
It's abysmal trying to persuade with no hours

Mirages

When the one above pulls your sleeve off because their a rug
Got drugged out trying to make sense again
To in to be a better person
But it's worse when the worms missle guided on purpose
Even though it's all in order
All departments no borders
No treaties no expulsions
Last leg left back laid on thighs with surprise
Made nothing from my demise besides two open eyes
Two tones what's the definition while my guys losing his throne
Really it's just a bummer
All made family but all see better then me
Is it headed to the red
Do I shuffle farther from the ledge
I jump
I quit
I step down
I'm blitzed
I'm really just a miss with the distance of bliss
I wish
I messed up
I know
I've Never had to be coached just always be right
So I try and train but no train for I
I'm stuck at the station just waiting
Watching fellow passengers go to routes yet unseen
I'm sitting where I don't live
I'm posing two threats
I'm enjoying most webs
I'm struck by the scenery
I hope it's not mean to me because I mean who I am
I really do
I want to be a neutral space for distaste and rebates
See your friends till the end
A position is a superstition and what they tell just to say yes
You'll find yourself behind or in foreign locations
I'm only frustrated because I left something great
But I was caged in
I'll break you down and get you stocked
I'm a step further
I'll get you robbed
Bye job.

New blender

I'm searching for that new new
Sick of bubbles forced into one during the rumble
Surrounded by chunks of rubble
Dated back earths mantle
Back to back champs
Masks that yell out directions from a map
Blueprint stamps used for no news chants
Pick it up and open it
Fill the cup and pour into it
My chores revolve around painted porches
I heard
I listened
The gloss glistened intense subway kitchens
My drive ways from night to night
Because I swerve decisions
I try
I might
Inherit wisdom through strands of bands
What we deem culture
I suppose you know her
We broke up over hair pins
I get nervous it's on purpose
Smoke bellows below the sermon
Change up things made like things
Easy beings pretend to be stupid
And I knew this
Open through worship
Standing doors open sores lose my diction
Repeat the fiction tomorrow took a shower

I thought no I'm over

Is there love between two stars?
Or glances through the pass needs of passing cars.
Can life really be met or can it be spent under bar
I wish
I had the answers and the proximity
I thought
I had a clue but they all flew from me
The scraps of theories on relationships
How to convince strangers to like you
Fell from my pockets like loose dimes
I'm too small
I'm really too anything
So close from separate interview but my empty jars don't want it
The Petition came back signed by my hair teeth and eyes
I was hoping for participants
But I forgot to put on my pants and missed the date
I didn't really miss it if I'm ever late
Love is a debate
Give or take the morning after bake the hate for better taste
The good morning
The worried stare
The plucked hairs mutually
The boredom ensued permanently
The knees became locked
The joints all released simultaneously
The smell of ones breath
Wine coffee cigarettes
Most things happened undressed
No one to impress
Words dissect moments erased humility erect
Face the mistakes and bury the make
Soiled and elusive moments after
Mind bent posture limes spent stature