Cold Joys - Chavez

Pulled out alive

Picking out the ones I didn’t want to care for

No more collections of salted confections

This is where it stops

They’re on leash again

Burning through your afternoon

The new joys await you

Holding up the high sign

Shouting out the punchline

Burning through your afternoon

The cold joys await you

Now that I need more

Picked out all the ones I didn’t want to care for

Spilled out on this floor

And this is a move that I am not prepared for

What did I stare for?

I did not think I’d be here

Beating out the dust from

A coat I manufactured

Where did I learn to make it?

Assaulted my confections