You, Man

there are veins on the sides of your face they reach for your eyes aimed to kill there are veins on your hands all together they jump and again they together jump if the sun dont burn or if it do, build first: rip apart that old thing make them all the parts remember the beginning of their time make them grow together to forget make them grow you, man covered in veins you, man with the steady hands that wiped up my sticky spilled mess (vodka, the unfair things you wont let me say, the songs i make from them, and throw up) wiped them up good and other parts of the day, you don't fall i wonder if you ever give in just sometimes just a small glimmer of a bit to pretend that you are covered, veins and all in tiny green leaves i am forever indulging in the vision