Theres seemingly more than we can pronounce and I fear the voices dampening Imagin u were a social smoker Archiving the habit You gotta txt file with your sk8 and you gotta txt file with your real skate The paranoia never left it just chewed its way thru bed socks and boarded windows
Honeybee is the buzzword of the south. Little bellies filled w sunshine that may or may not cure cancers but harvest we must. eating the pussies of little cats and filling their young lungs with secondhand smoke. Stare until u just get used to it If u want to make it easy. This is as much my calling as Dads deer painting Kit Rogers rotting wooden swing.
Dear sister with brown jacket and brown teeth i offered the hands I thought were wax for a reason i hoped to write professionally i sat you down in book signings i watched my head snap to center i slid down the drawbridge i faced the edge to disappear Please angel, accept this help practice a belief in improvement middle children are not only children may u suspend our differences win for mom and dad
watch the repairshop patrons escape priorities I fumble with needles and bind beads together Another sample for support facilities so strictly business I refuse the magnifying glass and continue to hate them “Looking for something to lighten up a dark corner?” Company at the foot of your bed to garble your griefings More eyerolls from me and I stay behind the counter knowing how fine im not I place my palms flat on the work bench because the whole surface is moving
i dont want 2 breed more things that norbordy needs Sad old newspaper and crumpled in knots He came in the room in the middle of the night and he startled me when did i shut down? and he look me in the eyes with this invitation i never held clues for you
Broken people don’t get warm and won’t get whole again I don’t want to touch my body anymore (anywhere) and yeah, I have fallen leaves waiting on thin ice It’s more important for you to be there You’re already something (special too)
Together problems of the past assort themselves by color Dad’s gift becomes as wide and empty as dad’s lake and we find ourselves engulfed again I can’t count on nothing I blanket personal shames in symbolic family tradegies I receive visitors like I’m terminal “Problems of my past” or my words should have never been said Demons cast underground restart and say hi again
I had a dream I was your hero with mangled hands I woke up with a UTI We share health issues that make it hard to walk hes got health issues im not sure totally he looks like a druggie he has friends though people like lungs
I slept on the left side of the bed ignoring the male mosquitos on the wall and accusations from friends I held tight to Radio’s little body All your friends have gone and we miss you they miss radio and his little boy Male mosquitos are completely harmless and target oranges I slept on the left side of the bed ignoring the guilty as charged and just as stupid I squinted my eyes and decided to exhale
Type ur softest A cat clue is a gift because its false and comforting like a heaven for pets Like a netted whale. like ur girlhood pal.. u kissed and cared about and included in ur one person cat club recommended for dead and/or adorable the summer is sticky and u wait 16 Years n the bugs dont come The summer is 16 Years longer Wat about the feelings i have inside do i just pretend?