We Cannot Read Poetry - Piebald

Taking your time to cross the street.

What do you do when all the places you have been to suck?

Taking your time to shake the hand.

What do you do when all the people you are friends with suck?

The haunt of lies.

The patch of moss.

Decide.

Don’t confuse

These this with thing.

Decide.

Taking your time to see the sights.

What do you do when everything that you have seen has sucked?

Taking your time to hear the noise.

What do you do when everything that you have heard of sucks?

We’ve been there since all night.

And we cannot read poetry to save our lives.

It clearly sells our find.

And calling me

We cannot

Read poetry

We cannot

Read poetry

We cannot

Read poetry

We cannot.