1 person named Matthew Truslow in Idaho | WhitePages

broke in my leather
caked in
mud and covered in
gasoline

i burn my poems to get the age into them quickly

bury head in sand
was always a good joke
unless you are an ostrich

i don't have time
this thing is saying
running around
looking at all his watches

there are words in your mouth
no
moth
no

i have a song in my ear

did you see the sun ticking
tock or drop with a bell ringing

if you stand still
and stop thinking
the day will still pass

i will miss
all the talking we could have

and if you stop saying words
words will still exist

listen
put your hands on the axe
and wait for the trees to grow