Swings (At a Public Park)

Here I am

and I am scared

I dragged myself to Europe

All I want is to return back to my bed

On Long Island

Where I know my motorcycle is waiting for me outside

I'd like to get on a plane now

but I have to wait eight more fucking days

And truthfully if I could walk it then I would

Because there is no escape from a plane

So if it goes down

I will die for a trip I was hesitant to take

On a motorcycle

My thoughts will marinate

I concentrate real hard

So that I keep it standing straight

And keep looking real cool

At least I hope

I will take pictures on my phone to later saturate

At home there are spiders on my piano

And there are faces in the form of shadows

That chill over my bed on Long Island

Sometimes I walk around until I find

swings at a public park