Pancakes

of suede and sugar,
won't you dance the way you dance
and ice skate for me?
I am addicted to your unfortunate laughter.

I just poked myself
in my owned eye
with my bandana
that usually resides in my back left pocket.

then I crossed my heart and hoped to die.
there are pictures on the wall,
and everything I do reminds me of you.
spell your name, cast me backwards, listen to the loud werds that I write.

great legs,
you make me want to be a lifeguard.
you make me want to build a playground
and then burn it down.

enjoy the crocheting
because life and love never take holidays.
I am the saltwater gypsy,
and life is for living.

in a city of lately rain,
not all of us are wanted,
yet with some weird and wayward divination,
some of us are lucky enough to speak of revolution.