How Possesive

Maybe somewhere, through the gears of time,
The metal shavings fall right down the shaft
these tiny, little, insignificant and bullshit
pieces of frail aluminum.
nobody can even drill the holes through the pie pan.
this is not about love
or money
the two things that over consume this
this is about feeling true to the original
thoughts that brought you here
we are but one
and you are but two
this is not what we always hoped
and it will never be
this is only what is is.
is is.
it is,
face the facts and believe we are all injustificaly fucked
don't let it go
never let the thing with the thing
walk right into the fire

Tinkle

this
is
all
just
a part
of something
have
faith in it
we are not all
rotten