Fudge from Everyone Knows by Chris Masih

wanna bury some bones
that can
be recalled
every shard’s a joke
you’re my only hope

parting ways
to sleep instead
never find the words
every one sounds worse

but i can only speak in tiny
fragmentations
always fine tuned to the
illustrations
the orientation

of a priceless design
always been right behind
partners in crime

so it goes
everyone sews their
mouth
shut
when
it gets
too much

i’ll eat
the tangerines
from your
golden trees
i won’t
spit out the seeds
i’ll let
them flourish in me

burrowed
within my doom
begins to bloom
a calming coo
assures:

"everyone falls into
a
deep, dark, seemingly endless
hole"

borrowed sweater
fries an egg and cheese
single peppers
pressing tiny feet

comatose
in someone’s clothes

so it goes
everyone knows

sitting
holding your head
a perfect fruit
grew in my bed
sweet as fudge,
white chocolate,
i’m half woke when
you spin me, and spoke so
softly, kept up like
coffee, a laugh too
funny
tell me a joke

• Alternative
• Rock
• acoustic
• folk
• indie rock
• Boston