Lasers leave my eyes
And the stage rises
In my hit spot As I wonder
If I am up to the floor’s measure.
Don’t cuss at me
Or my dying dandelion
While I eat your age,
Today is not okay
With your tomorrow!
Meet me at a Best Western
In Hollywood
Where the mood
Is that of 2002.
The mirror finds me
As I rub and hide,
throw away my eyes,
Give them to another guy
For him to throw in the river.
This teacher does not
Want a gun
This killer only needs
A little fun with numbers!
Do you even know
How to throw me
Down a chimney
Like Santa Claus
On my birthday?
This is an indie love song
Sung along to be
All the blondes
And all their moms.
Crowd sourcing
My decision to go
Crown surfing
In the covid crowd
Of current worlds.
And I’ll be me
But never me
Only a he
In the middle of the tempting all.