on the last deck,
popping pimples
on my back,
I get run over by life,
just doing my thang
while watching tv.
and if love finds me,
then so be it;
I guess I am supposed
to eat pork and maybe maybe,
steal a kiss
in a parking lot.
I like how we
self-reference a text message.
in an artistic and flirty
way and fortunate way,
yet now its in my vernacular.
gonna find me a river,
one that it easy as ice.,
but then I am gonna fall in love
on a silly Sunday,
on a Tuesday, forgotten,
and these are the blues.