friend and patriot

i cant help but notice that the carpet has grown 20 inches high. i lost my shoes in its folds and ripples. its not so different now, not seeing my feet everywhere i go. but i made a collapse to walk on and its treating me well. i really hope everything is going well in oklahoma. theres nothing here but rusted beer cans, lamenting their discardment, moaning in the wind on a patio i've seen. they speak like they know the greatest of secrets and have commited the worst of sins to learn them. i know the cans are full of bullshit because i've never trusted them. lunatics. nothing they could ever emit from their metal carcasses will change my mind. i'll pave my roads with their crushed and broken souls.