Marcus Walton - HEARING Rumors that Don Garner Died in a Car Crash on the Evening of my High School Graduation

Your degree comes in the mail in a cardboard tube
Your mother lifts it to her eye, she can't see through the end of it
I sift through the sands of you, some of it is wet enough
To make firm shapes with. But they're not true
And if you are alive today, I'm sorry. This just got really awkward
Let this not be the case of your word against mine
Let testimonies kiss,
all, all, all, all that's left in the corners of the mind
Glitter stuck in the creases of time
You forgave easily, you were forgiving. I'm projecting that aren't I?
This is all just a projection. I hope you've enjoyed the movie!
Would everyone please stay seated for the endless credits
Through some perverse reverse law of gravity at work, working
When your diploma is unfurled it springs back on itself
The bottom touches the top. The bottom touches the top

Written by:
Marcus Walton

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