"Thoughts aren't actions"

Yeah I pecked a rooster’s eye out –

couldn’t anymore stand the shit he was sayin;

I'm really not so proud of myself,

but that’s why thoughts aren’t actions.

There’s a hilly field that needs me,

I just don’t know where it is;

I can feel the long grasses sing and call to me

most nights, sometime after six.

The midshipman’s hitch is not in his stride;

up north, walking on water’s a matter of degrees.

Around here they orangely post the word “POSTED”

because the because takes too long, it seems.

There’s a difference between being mortal and being able to die:

ain’t just up-and-over the hill, need some side-to-side;

and don’t wait ’til summertime to go out with a kite,

and just let things be things and hope it’s alright.