The Foggiest

Lookin’ out the window at the rain, the rain outside the red and blue plane just David, you’ve got to eat something In a home drowned a mountain, the desolate dreamer cried “I have played the sickness for so long that I’ve become the sickness, I have seen words dethrone me like suffering wrought at my shadow’s hands” No. I want to go home— Sometimes I couldn’t wait the dandy eyes were just there, so irresistible, I reached for my mother my father my family grows ashen gardens Mashed potatoes are my favorite but where am I where is mom