short trip

not a fumble

short trip each drip

drops like bumble

bees on back

sneak attack

I crumble

in your bake

mismatched mistake

wide awake

each tumble

takes us deeper in the soft snow sun

a sinking and winking

no fun just begun yet here I am

all done

short trip one again

do you even understand

old friend

just pretend

as if I ever made sense

pretense I wonder

if you’re still here

disappear don’t fear I’m clear

if I whisper enough maybe you’ll learn my language