not a thing like baseball.
close to be drunk alone.
with balloons in the wind.
my eyes burn.
in garlic cinnamon.
far from realism.
with cubes and thoughts of you.
cracking ankles.
while driving to and far.
afro-centric when the world.
is on edge.
the oven beeps.
and I retreat.
murder me in love.
and let ten years kill us.