Weeding Close cropped feeding Drag me down Dirt-stained ceiling I'm pulling roots in places that pull down I leach their naive faces, I'm 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 don't care I don't 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 I'm your type And as my fruit explodes upon you know I'm overripe