Hope You Forgive Everything You Can't

Call it whatever, walk on by

Be your hothead punter, open wide

For the dentist ripping it out

Dancing for nobody, bottle it in

Treading heady on conscious, never reconciled

Like a broke free buzz on the ice but never repeated

Call it whatever else, you’re weak at the knees

Cook it into your stock, shuffle it out

You let the milk go livid, every time

You never were moving up the list

{rather} Forward through the T, on into the field

Pity this, pity for

Anyone who ever wanted to be

Unbound, unstrung

Mid dance, caught you in a grand descent

I bask, coated sweat in an embrace

Do you love the thing or the vast idea?

Do you love the thing or the idea?

All back down to whether, we slip from the tether

Hunt for the joy of the kill, leave the corps rotting behind

I miss scents I never intended this blather

Hoping you forgive everything you can’t

Hoping I can