it's expected i'm gone

even though some styles have guile
you're still so sickening in repose.
maybe the story's so boring,
pedestrian as you suppose.


though you might one day see the truth
I leave detroit entirely to you
since I seem to hate your new friends
since a trajectory has no end


the world is like a tree
a tree is like a person
the people act like insects
their world quivers as a leaf


packt of kool with the hoop holes only
ripped up on the road underfoot
noticing cameltoes in a michigan desert
is a mind of tar and soot