Stuffing

Say more
Of the same stuff
Slightly different
So many times
Reeling within
When hearing those words
Hitting home
Like hitting the ball over home plate
Out the park
To a different league
Where it’s caught by a catcher
But the batter isn’t called out
Because it's a different league
In a different ball park

Hearing those same words

Said more
Those same letters
Repeating
Those sounds
Which are recognized
And makes language
Which hits home
Somewhere deep
Like a sea creature
In dark depths
Who feeds in darkness
And dies in the dark
Decomposes there
And is fossilized

Like a fuel
Which drives vehicles
Combustion
Busting open the trunk
Which needs dustin
We heard the fussing
Rushing waves crushing
Hopes and dreams into nothing
Trusting in
What we have faith in
Loving with
All we wish to not miss
So that it persists like mist does
As long as there’s water

In the air

Fairy tales falling dead

Down the stairs

Running out of breath

Like it's rare

Cussing out the rest

Like who cares

Fussing like a mess

Is really there

Mushing what we kept

Until we’re scared

At what becomes undressed

When no one’s there

It’s like you never left

The body took another breath
The clock forgotten, fresh not rotten
Flesh not
Not that
Stuff