I Miss Mos like the south side of pine trees
I find these, nights hard with all the pondering,
wondering what it’d be like if you were on me
ornery to the thought of when you’re gone, see
all these skies seem dark and I feel lost, b,
philosophy, trapped in my thoughts
you’re like my house key, house me, shelter my heart—
I’ll love you for the families that tore us apart,
I got the glue if you wanna make art
and darts if you’re aiming for stars,
no “Humpty Dumpty”s ‘less you’re ready to fall
I’ll collage parted pieces ‘til you learn to drop guards…