silly sorrow from always. by joseph biss

thought i knew what moderation was
still i found its ugly side
a few drinks a day
back to down to none
head on withdrawal
symptoms

let my heart and liver loss
to hereditary table toss
personification is a stepping stone
my organs sad it chilled my bones

(chorus)
my warmest sweater is cold
when i’ve left it unworn
your my favorite flower mug
thirsty in the cupboard
my house plants all laugh
when the sun breaks open a cloud
all my inanimate friends are proud of me
and i’m always making more

the grocier thinks i run the loon
i always keep the crooked crop
the challage they face, is the one i love
my fingers saved as i peel theres down

the most supportive monstera
i have ever formally met
for twelve dollars at the flower stand
with two bamboo crosses i hold his hand

(chorus)

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• spoken word
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