not much rhymes with everything's awesome at all times

things were amazing when you lived in la

things were sublime up in the east bay

then you landed in england's grey london town

again things were great

you say you're a writer but what can you say

when each night ends another perfect day?

when a week in a hostel was a fabulous stay

you're just too high to reach

it's hard to swallow your big bright pills

the one i want to ask

how do you really feel?

can you dim the lights for just a few minutes?

lose the phrases

the overused snippets?

you're living among the grime and the soot

a scene straight out of a charles dickens book

ain't got no man to give you no love

a kiss on the cheek

a welcome home hug

you say you're a poet but i've not read a line

just seen the notebook

the cover and spine

you say you're a poet but how much rhymes

with everything's perfect at all times?

you left for rome and paris

france

came back home in a born again trance

you met me for lunch

so late one day

out of breath with so much to say

we sat down together and i stared at your phone

i squinted hard but could not feel your tone

i looked on at endless two-inch frames

thinking christ