If I spit sand on your shade,
You said, I could writhe and gasp
And get sick and die. You said,
I don’t know why. I know why.
We are all gods and mad imps
And fools and wise. If we fail
Or thrive, it’s down to how well
We swap tales and codes to scare,
Rule, and lure the rest of us.
Each one has their tales to tell.
We take the points we could use.
We take the pills we pass out—
Hopes for dreams, worms for dark wells.
We coax ghosts. We draw out laws.
We pass the pipe. We blow smoke.
We writhe in nests of swap meets
That shape our ways to get by.
Tell you why you tell me why.
