Don't Read My Blog

the world is on fire
and it is all about you.
however, the guns and drugs
are my 1996 fault.

out of the hum
of the streetlight,
I would do anything for you
like a birthday card.

hot sauce holidays
and fingers, 
so many fingers,
both inside crime.

I can't win,
so don't meet me here
or there,
just live longer and please do not forget me. 

learn from the werds
we misspell
and fear the most,
more than drowning. 

both inside
we both know
that life is short
and love is long.

I am an idiot
and a silent writer
filled with jelly
and some sort of fire.

I am to old to be nervous.
spend the night. 
coffee tables exist
like happiness.