milk of the tree

is there any bread in the free bin i wonder  
for my tea tonight to halt my hunger  
   
you on the bus glued to your screen  
making me want to kiss you to free youyou  
   
knives sharp like your tongue placed calmly on the dinner table  
on white lace before boss repeats grace  
   
don't hit your lover tonight  
don't hit your lover tonight  
   
so you're on your own with your phone  
get over yourself reach inside to realize your never alone  
   
stand up off your work seat and walk far far away  
begin again today  
   
then the tv goes on like poisoned brain cells pounding the world's ears  
you stand because this is the day to make your stand  
fears gone  
heart connected to your fists  
   
a raindrop falls to bounce off the tree in the driveway  
just like your first sound  
your mothers eye  
a fathers ear  
   
echo sands from your holiday  
the plane ride was cheap  
that person is not who they pretend to be  
why are they not more like me?  
   
put the plastic wrapper in the bin  
don't flush piss too early down the toilet  
let me in i forgot my keys  
exhale before stress kills you      sex helps you    find it   take it  
   
make it all yours  
like the dung beetle rolling on your bed  
the spiders in your ears  
golden white clock ticking to record what was said  
   
pull your socks up before bed  
tea and toast and settle in cosy- like the bombs are coming  
   
forget all the non-sense your lover said  
today last month years never tomorrow in your head  
imagine christmas day was it....  
see now you realize your everyday is not shit  
   
you get what you ask for at the counter  
have this have that have him have her  
whatever you have chosen  
ride it and remember we are all GOLDEN