I pour the hours
into a glass.
candles drown in afternoons.
sixteen dollars in cash
is living in my wallet,
like flowers forgotten by girls getting off of carnival rides.
I am so happy to have teeth.
such as singing to sing
when you were mute for a millenia...
why we do such things,
I will always know,
yet never tell.
you gotta figure that shit out for yourself, Jack.
stub some toes and step on some beaks,
but don't pretend...
be better.
capture attention.
life goes up
and life goes down.