All Hail the Headrest of Headrests

An empty trains an empty train dust mites crawl might seem so small It’s home though if I can fit my eyes just below the headrest I can watch myself become a man A worthy opponent of the world Proud Indigenous Family man All is well although if you were to ask the grass just below the picket fence it would have a story to tell Man loves woman rebounds what a serve such grace Remember that poetry meant something at one point Frolic Walk Dance just get the damn steps right Meat left out will be sniffed the rings can’t be missed can’t feel alive Meat is strung to dogs pulling for their life I want my eyes back now plan failed Regain innocence regain life Maintain stability maintain wife I want my eyes back please Wake me up if things turn out different