Memo To The Man - Zach Hill

That was that

You know

What to do

Everybody

Looking at the ring

They don’t know what to think

The meds fell in a pit, and that was it

On the outs

Future, snap to thirds

Maybe friday

TVs on the beach

I hope that it is deep

My head is so slow

The moon is low

Got it back

Touch it

Burn the disc

Make a circle

Take me off the list

My clothes don’t even fit

Reflection is gone

I could be wrong

By the pool

Panic

We should leave

Early morning

Falling from the trees

The wall is in my eye

The birds are on time

Cancel if you can

You found the memo to the man

It rained so I forgot about it

Now my ears are ringing

Step, step, step, watch where I step

Cancel if you can

You found the memo to the man

Who’s the first caller?

My ears are ringing