Windshield Wipers from Untitled by littleboybigheadonbike

i am looking at my windshield wipers
instead of the road
i was thinking how you called me a viper
and i drove away
my face turned into the sun
and it burned the rope
connecting my head to yours
and i swallowed a hole

there is a jar of rainwater
waiting for my back home
covered by a blue blanket that's made out of your bones
it will evaporate and cover my skin
i will not wipe it off, but rather roll around in it

im goana cut my self lose
im going to release all the animals from the zoo
im going to arrange myself a noose
im going to ask you

why am i the leprechaun over the rainbow?

• Folk
• Nashville