dance and dance.
I write good.
I am wearing brown pants.
and a Ulysses shirt.
if I bleach my teeth will I be happier?
with better people?
and walk through the night.
straight to the light.
I live in the end of romance.
tell your parents that I am heading out.
lips and kissing and same day delivery.
I don't give a good godddamn.
proof in pudding.
raises my fear.
but I guess I proof.
Flannel things.
I am an artist.
with windows open.
still trying.
my goodness, the moon.