Infinite Steve

Life, sit on carpet
Halved, but not broke
Four cars jammed inside every garage
Half-broke and half-used
You’re ungrateful for it
You split your time between chipping hours and carving out
You’re gaining something
That you’re ungrateful for
You split your time between chipping hours and carving out
Blue water on your toes
Blue jeans on your belly
Tan skin and a garden hose
You’re in running shorts
And I can’t stand still
You brought a gun into a clothing store
And I’m stuck in their driveway
You’re in business class
And I can’t breathe
You’re doing some kind of paperwork
My hands cover my face
You’re in dress pants
And my body dissolves among
Seaweed and swarming smog
The day Kathy leaves
There are plans to go swimming
One day, somewhere else
With Christmas around the corner
Breath up your sleeve
There are places we’ve gone
That our friends never will
You brought a gun to the department store
And won’t let them go