simple

as it has died before the moment you're missing
and even with no proof
do the pictures still smile
would you even try to measure the star to star
distance
is a callous
or some mangled foot thing for the walker
slowing down to a crawl
or ever was a baby boy
looking out at the lawn as a distance
or the clouds sitting there in blues
my puppet arms dangle to the faceplant
the sidewalk that wrecked my smile
the city where i loved things
like drinking whisky on the river
or almost dying all the time
compared to most people it's true
i can't swim
but i'll surf all the way to space
where i can just float