I Could Use You

i could use your snort-like laugh on really odd days even capture thoughts of myself when I’m imperfect. . . and not i might venture to mimic my own energy for the love you give away might even try to write a longer line. . . than the one above. . . nope. . . pretty much your smile wild-mile-wide keeps all things in a picture you never seem to be in i could use your dust on those rose-color glasses that you take off the shelf just to see rust disappear souls and steel don’t mind much for that kind of erosion you suck, in your choices sometimes. . . we all do “even-steven” i could perhaps borrow your tickled distraction of the world for those times when weight exceeds my plea to. . . wait the walkers and rushers here. . . do so with heads down i could use you more around me i could use you