Words that rhyme Can’t pierce your ears enough to get your attention So I talk broken In awkward pauses and disappointed sighs To keep your hands away from your eyes Long enough to hear you say A well composed lie We don’t have to look at those faded stars More faded than our aspirations More distant than our desires So well disciplined and groomed Like an outdoor poodle Remnants of a holiday can’t be erased from my periphery So I stare blankly ahead Keeping my toes on the line To keep me loyal to a well-rehearsed regimen Just long enough to start again It could be a long gaze through rain-smeared windows Or an attachment disorder to my guitar cable But this fear and this disappointment will rise again Deep in my chest, slowly swallowing me Insulating me into a well-packaged souvenir A bureaucratic waste disposal unit That we can be pleased to slide sideways As you drag your hand down your nearly immaculate desk To push the crumbs and clutter Some days, I can climb into the tiniest pap...