Faderhead

It's a huge shit sandwich
And we're all gonna have to take a bite
If I could mix your tears with burnt herb
I'd inhale your pain
If I could erase these years of misspent words
I'd write again
A love letter to ceaseless stormy weather
To the knot around arms that?s doomed to sever
And the glue that holds these pages together
Sucked from the soles of empty milk containers
With my senses detained I feel saner
Fuel the cursive from the pen to paper