Rolling Through Intersections

A Dandy Game, It Is

Who said Matthew Sweet?



Get Back To You
(Your Beer Will Stay Cold)

I hear you’re looking for a time deviation
To loop through any existing door,
Unlock it and tear wide, call out your, “Mary!”
Because, something left inside is missed…now?

What stirred ya? If it’s your cat, Fred,
I have to say a bigger fear awaits
if you go and kick that very deliberate vile…
in theory. It’s not a probable comeback.

I saw you tromping down the street again,
disregarding all the rain mess of mud.
No fire, as that long hair trailed in pursuit.
Truth? What is it you’re looking for?

If it’s your lost dog, chum, did you
offer a reward? Unless a bigger fear. Is it her?
Between you and you, what can I do
but observe unassisted Hail Mary down cobblestone.

Fire and brimstone could get your feet, but
you fly over that shit; a blur, I swore.
Only my old man tore into me harder,
as some demon he sought, that I did see.

Whatever mirrors you reposition, angled,
you can’t get back to her through there.
Whatever lie you told yourself, just know I’m here
with a cold beer — when you get back…to you.


7.10.25
I don’t know, but I know that someone doesn’t know.
And nobody else witnesses like I do.
*Pops a top*

Did you ‘track’ all that?
We all know our ‘rights’.