chop it up,
throw it in my Velvet Shells & Cheese;
I don't know where I'm going,
but I still want to break God's heart.
the journey ate
how does Instagram know
that I like Legos?
those little pieces of satisfaction
that I keep in a garage in Florida,
safe for puzzles and play
on certain days when
I need distant distraction
from Hashem and his shit.
the eight journey
I go to Journey's in the mall
and buy a pair of pink Vans
with spiteful confidence
that I haven't felt in years.
scared, but sure
I hum to the horns
in the hallway and on the highway,
crazy as I may,
because I am going somewhere
good and delicious
with vicious women and dead friends.