Go!
free my jacket
within my Chrystler LeBaron.
Hey!
pull my jeans
while pulling the fire alarm
in the apartment complex.
I know!
a place
where no
fish will ever go for dinner.
I know!
a kitchen
where love grows
like cauliflower
into bricks.
I know!
a young canyon
where hearts
go to grow.
wild.
Hey!
Ask me what I know.
I know a lot.
Because!
fucking because fucking horticulturalists grow
our hearts
over here over stones,
under jeans,
under clicks of lies,
over nicks of the right dream,
while nights live on...
I know!
how this goes.
We are just children with longer legs and torsos,
so let's go.
oh yeah.
open it up.