Smudge went a little silly-headed & sunlight felt like ice shards
Smudge went a little shoulder-shruggy & ants continue to carry granules of sand
Smudge went a little hesitant but all around work continued to work
Smudge wanted to feel magical but didn’t want to go shopping
Smudge dragged smudge to the shopping center but didn’t want to go shopping
Smudge smudged across all the products a sly rebellion unnoticed by almost everyone
Smudge went all rebel-yell & Peter laughed & Peter said there’s a resurrection in that
Smudge went all myth & mystical but then realized Peter was just shittin’ with Smudge
Smudge knew what Peter meant to say was that there is a poem in that
Smudge went living the life of poem although Smudge preferred to be simple
Smudge went on wanting to be simple like a painted turtle sunning itself on a rock in a pond that no one visits
Smudge went on wanting to be left alone
Smudge went on wanting to be unseen
Smudge went on smudging across a landscape & became the hymn in a prophet’s heart