The Rot

Lean into the rot
Nap between the noise
Fester like the fruit
You pass by out the door

Lean into the rot
Potted in the Sun
Cradled like a babe
Rest for days to come

I’ve peeled, you’re peeling too
Stand still, I’ll rot with you

Lean into the rot
Revel in the mud
Count the bugs in twos
Catch their every move

Lean into the rot
Stationary truth
Wallow in the shade
How could I refuse

I'm green you’re turning blue
Hold still I’ll rot with you

Oh

My bed is never made
I know what I'm not
One foot out the grave
Leaving from the rot