"Litter"
(Brad Kleiman)

 

I chased after airplanes,

tiptoes toward the sky

I fell down the runway,

with scrapes upon my thighs

 

Took to writing letters

You, know, the litter on your floor

Didn't feel much better,

so I wrote some more

 

I treaded in the fountain

that reversed the hands of time

Was 28 and counting,

and I still walked out 29

 

Took to writing letters,

the litter on your floor

Didn't feel much better,

so I wrote some more