Doing Fake Flower Studies For A Game

Doing fake flower studies for a game

St. John's Wart

Lorekeepers

Like a dog in Cardiac arrest

Touches of ruin Sweet, free

Iron, I love the flavor

Ahead of myself

Playing in the grey area Harassed

Misconceptions, confused Confident, clear

This behavior is unacceptable

Entitled, blatant

Aggressive, suspicious Burned

Do you have what you want?

The final chain, Opposed to defense

Open and kill

End things once and for all

I do not want to

Push this restless body

Off of my bed

Like a corpse off a boat

To drag myself to

My computer screen

To search and search

Find nothing worthwhile

What of friends

What of work

Again, I

Find nothing worthwhile

I want to rot

In the softest of covers

To drown in comfort

To die in a sea of stuffing

It’s titled “Sobs In Wheat” because I translated it over to Minecraft map art and I’ve never hurt more

I taste the sweetness of sleep in my mouth

As my lover reads me facts on the

27th president

Putting me to bed

I see a dead king resting on his throne

Bones and cobwebs at his feet

As my lover tells me of Taft's tombstone

I feel so guilty

To do nothing

In a time of turmoil

In a time of fear

Afraid to bring something home

That will kill my mother

Yet how we wander

To store to store

I am afraid

Not of responsibility

I am afraid of action

To work, to work, to die in work

I need money to live

I am afraid to live

To leave my comfort

My home

To work in a pandemic

No one is taking seriously

What drives a fake cowboy

In a town of plastic cars

Spite, hard-headedness,

Nothing I have

Despite the plaid

Despite my birthright

So go on cowboy

Hiding at home

Afraid of the world

That doesn't need you