sugar cane down my throat in the easy morning.
the Yankees have lost and the ink is running.
sophisticated LA sex while Alex is on fire in Whole Foods.
hey, Saturn, where do we put the souls?
what avenges my one and lonely.
turns into Kerouac yawns and Thanksgiving.
please forget to forget me, Kendra Jean.
I see you seeing my LinkedIn.
curtain Mondays make me invisible.
like the light from the east, where it is easy.
out west, here, I don't cast shadows much these days.
so let's piss away the perfect hours of our happiness.
with weapons, with tea.
where girls called Samantha will kill our sobriety.
and my stupid head won't listen in lights.
don't. don't. don't. don't. don't.
slash my realms.
aside voice and verisimilitude.
we all want love, no matter the legs.
which carry us across coals.