Nothing Solid - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Don’t close the kitchen door

I’m fixing to fix myself a sandwich

I’m not really all that hungry

I’m just ridiculous

I act from force of habit

I put the ketchup on the bun

I can’t part the waterfall curtain

It flows over and under by hands

The only scenes are shimmering

And they never hold their shape

They never look like anything I’ve seen before

They make me recoil every second

I could stand under this shower without moving

And not hold any shape

Frozen up while my mind flows

And flees like running water

Nothing solid ever, nothing solid ever

Nothing solid, solid nothing