Things In Jars

In terms of glass bottles,

  

Things in jars,

I think of myself,

                Just always wanting to fill it up.

Want the city feel among other things,         I want your stories.

I'm always wanting things that are never for me

  but include the word i. 

something’s wrong. 

"I need this because I love her so much."      How can that ever be?

Some people don’t get it right with me.

                                Cant cry about it.     Cant throw sticks and fists       or puff my chest like blocks of ice.

Put it in a jar
and leave.

                                        I will collect you up until I feel good about it.

So, shake your head,

Stop and shake.    Stop     and lift the lid,       get in       and twist it shut.

                                       When I think about the fog,  blinding alley ways,

                                                                                                                                     I think about power.

Wrap around me. 

   Move between my feet.

                 Eat the ground like you do best.

 Give me a little ugly brown and red I wait for each year.      Get in my head and dye it.

            Don’t care how long it takes, im going to be someone beautiful

Filling my jars along the way   

                          Need the feeling of things,    even if they aren’t there

Need my jars,  need my people,  

                                                     You people.     Doing Sunday things.

 I need you for Sunday,   My Sunday things.  

                                                                            For my jars and things.