biting days

rollings

to this life
eaten up by the what is every day
day after day after
biting our life as if popcorn.

stop that my day must wait
not done
my plate,
now wait
stop that good night
good morning
gone
stop that good
night
good morning gone

now and
what's next
now and what's next
now
and what's next fork knife spoon
hand
moon
coming home
bed and
done

all alone like a creeky tree
why?

clouds go up, clouds go up, down

driven as the day is
empty barrels driven by the side of steam roller number
nine

chadwick

fuckin nice

rollings

thank you