pickin' the queef outta my teeth.
where'd you get that shiner?
New York.
the walls.
closing in.
with mesh curtains.
and love made for the lights.
and kissing cheeks.
guessing roads.
sounds of songs.
maybe it is bricks and mortor now.
I don't want anyone or anything to shake us away.
who mapped oblivion?
the peacock.
the pineapple.
the tomahawk.
Red Lobster is still here.
like a fateful banner in changing minds.
lawn grass on this world.
connecting to suicide barstools.
carry. banner.
I figure we might move.
up.
taking this love down with me.
we make noise in our generation.
stereos and car windows.
scarves in summer with winter wanting to kill you.
squash city.
don't ask for cigarettes.
she will never ask anything of you.
it's better to feel pain.
than nothing at all.
pay attention, love loser.
I am on your stoop.
screaming about sex and jack-o-lanterns.
and the beginning of the world.
and the last song of last night.