piss poor pleasure
in the turquoise dream
of a cat's continued scream.
when you were 17,
I was stealing cars
from apartment complexes,
but this is my history
and your outer space.
find smiles
and figure out a way
to keep them;
that's what life is all about.
putting off
graveyard luck
despite dead end signs.
I spirit away
any miracles
in empty houses,
because no one can be nowhere.