100% of interpretations are your own.
Signed, sealed, delivered…
I’m keeping you from trouble.
Wrapped in a bubble.
G. Pearson
Knowledge is of God.
With knowledge, understanding.
The true, living God.
How did I get here?
I mimic those around me.
As they find answers.
Looking up to her
I see myself but diff’rent
In all ways but one.
Like a babe up late.
These pages have seen much—but!
So little writing.
Pressed between fingers.
A crunch… at once a softness.
Buttery like you.
The black tax drowned me.
Hawaiian Air said free drinks.
Mai Tai—no! Rum Punch.
Sugar tang plus salt
Bite it and don’t ask questions
When on the island…
We remember you
From Playbar two nights ago
You got kicked out, eh?
Truthfully, I knew
HPU or High Pac U
Either way, I flew
Pearson Pivot 