Plugs

The receiver does just that.
I can hear myself breath if I do so hard enough.
It's tough,
mustering up the courage to pick up the phone,
to muscle through the dial tone
and hope that when they pick up,
They happen to be home.
If I press the digits with mine
the man with all the cords and knobs
who plugs and prods
all day
can make it so you hear me whisper,
From miles and miles away.

Robot

Fresh out of the factory,
They had me on a recall,
They said I didn't function right
and profits were in free-fall.
I went against my programming,
I tore out my connections,
I threw out all the manuals
and lost all my direction.

Kitchen Counter

It's stranger than fiction,
The shame in addiction.
So I'm,
Arranging what's missin',
By name in the kitchen.
No time,
Prescription's afflictin',
My brain and my pistons,
So I,
Stick to the friction,
The same as my prediction.

Superstupid

They say that "stupid is, as stupid does",
Truth is, I've proved enough
Am I Lex Luther or the Super Duper?
Who's to judge?

Fact is

Face of facts,
I could never deny you,
I'm attracted like gravity,
I find it so hard to defy you.

Distance

Maybe if I pull the ground as hard as I can,
I could lift it into the blue,
Then fold this world at its horizon,
and bring myself closer to you.

Travel

My Mom told me to bring a pillow.
I told her I wouldn't use it, I'd be too scared.
She said I'd be fine and that every journey begins with a few steps.
I told her I only had two feet.
She laughed like I was joking.
I hugged her like I'd never see her again.
The airstrip looked like it didn't want me standing on it; I felt like all the planes were watching me.
Boarding the plane, it seemed like it was just as unsure as I was; it seemed like it wasn't ready to leave either.
The flight attendant helped me find my seat amongst a crowd of people who looked like they were all going somewhere.
I looked out my tiny window at the other planes across the way and wondered if anyone was looking back at me.
I put my head on the pillow and went somewhere.