mud. muddy slush. slushy lawn. in the inbetween of the winter and spring and the lawn's long gone. people walking. lotsa people walking over the life in the mud on the sidewalk under my crawl. mud bubbles pop and burst breath into the air. where's the inbetween if everyone's a me. (that there tree grew outta me.) people talking. lotsa peopel talking. i'm hurt. you're hurt. my dad's hurt and haven't you learned everyone's hurt. sure we're all smiles seeing reptiles. birds in bars. we measure up each species in our heads. barely aware that we're so scared we measure up each species in our heads. i can step on that li'l ------'s jaw. i can snap him in half like a wishbone. and i think to myself (like i'm always thinking) i want everything and two of some of this shit. find my place in the apehouse. see myself in their eyes. my fingers on their feet. my possessive love somewhere in their embrace. my freedom's limitations in their swinging and hollering. i'm singing. i'm hollering. i'm singing. i'm hollering. i'm always bothering.