and a blue cheese bacon burger,
this saturday is woke or lit
or whatever the dumb-dumb kids are saying these days.
I am convicted of greatness
only some certain gatherings of the mind, mine,
behind curtains and candles,
wearing cardigans and smoking cigarettes
without inhaling.
come find a truer me
in a daring country,
when I set out to do one thing
and end up eating another
with confection sugar.
and the same could be said for my loves.
I am envious to the point of agita. I am cursed with a first responder's heart.
murder me (again).
I am allergic to afternoons,
because they have thinner blood than me,
and only a few moments of the day
are good for making,
so don't start the clock,
and don't give me cocaine.