text: Weeding
  Close cropped feeding
  Drag me down
  Dirt-stained ceiling
  Im pulling roots in places that pull down
  I leach their naive faces, Im past proud
  Why do you follow through
  All the weeds they follow you
  Chasing down underground
  Fencing in what you have found
  Out of mind, out of sight
  Passing judgement every night
  All the weeds they follow you
  Overripe
  Clutching
  Reach for nothing
  Empty chair
  Swelling
  All their yelling
  I dont care
  I dont care
  You bear witness to the expanse of my roots
  As I twist and tangle towards you
  Lost in the piercing power of my stare
  You know that Im your type
  And as my fruit explodes upon you know Im overripe