THE BRAINLESS CORPSE IN VELVET

Hey, can we hurry this up?

I got someone to be tomorrow.

I need to be a nothing sandwich

With lackadamia nut butter

And no-job jelly

With a side of disappointment decaf.

They call me Nobody,

And I'm on the other side of this window.

Together we can accomplish anything

,                ,                everything

,                ,                nothing.

Cause tomorrow I want to be anyone

,                ,                everyone

,                ,                no one.

But if I was always any every no one,

Concealing that still cup of coffee in my mind

Solid black water until the other ghosts talk,

Was I really even alive?