Boy Scouts - July 9 2015

strangers try to read me
and i am out of coffee
i don't know what's worse
i never come in first
place is where you find things like
yourself and meaning
but that costs a lot of money
the splendors in the scummy

i find me in light mist
i find me in distance
i find me in the rearview
i find me in you

i never know the best routes
my best friend has tear droughts
malls have all the variety
everyone has anxiety
you are a tree and i am wood
it doesn't make me feel good
they say not to compare
but the truths are still there

~
a book you misread
the opposite of dead
new but stale bread
was it something i said?