I just stack it

traveling at the speed
of something slow
down and see
what you missed
the last pick up spot
on the flaming truck
running over fingers
pointing at some
might forget, but no
I don’t shine the
fruit, I just stack it...

pull or push
me out the window
is locked and no one
answer is correct
my mistakes
could reach the sky
if it was not for gravity
pulling at my feet
are tired of constantly standing
in the middle
put me on an end
and push me hard
enough to blow your mind
made of cotton swabs
the deck of a ghost ship
the gift to a relative
living far from you
no I do not shine
the fruit, I just stack it...

complete the circle
three times and then sit
for a bit, wish I could quit
too many habits
feel like a nun
of them make sense out
of all the silly words
clashing together
the music sounds nice
parking job
I wish I could quit mine
as well as I can be
something I am not
nothing, but the world
would continue if I left
or right it sends me
to sleep
only enough to get me
to the morning light
the dark hallway
off in the distance I see
a switch that does
not work, but no
I do not shine the fruit,
I just stack it...

seven sticks of death
came to me in a dream
of reality is only
half the story because
no one knows what may
come next time
never stops, but how
funny is it when you close
your eyes and when you open
them it is the next day
after day this amazes me
I see what we ignore all
the words not meant mind
being bent a corner of
the page where I stopped
stopping and kept going
but knowing all along
I do not shine the fruit,
I just stack it...

what good may come
back later and we will
cover the burned bread
with jam
another session into a busy week
voice screaming from below
the top of my lungs
are not good
idea won’t get me anywhere
is the quarter I spent
a year ago today wondering
how I could get an inch
taller and not notice
the change a stranger
to you sometime back
and far off in front
it could happen again
I keep telling you though you know
I do not shine the fruit,
I just stack it...