Myspace

Where the lines between you, and me, melt
this is the place where I sleep
where an explosion is but a sneeze,
god blesses you, wipe away the snot
this is where people come to listen to me rock
mistakenly tumble, trip,
that's my improv,
grace does not belong to god

it's mine, and yours,
so instead of what we're not
we are we are we are

sincerely,
mortal.