I take classes, I take classes, I fail even at passing notes to cute girls, I do not think they’ll put me in their MASH.
96 proof on the board, I could be better if we come on baby do the twist and a splash of soda.
I should have been a million dreamed up butterflies burning down the forest of bodhi trees.”
pretty transparent. On the hills we grow
sideways. We grow lanterns in the search
for dusk. I’ve been sitting in this bus station
watching the mountain turn pink behind
I think about food more than I think
about the bearded stranger
I think I would have rather been in bed
fucking food, eating my dreams
of wanting, or writing
a poem that qualifies human loneliness—
I do not tell myself it’s healthier to measure
…I was just a boy is all.
If slime is life what’s with all the dry in the hellscapes?
Do you think all those 90s toy company slimes
Is drool a dominate form of communication or
are the teeth the gateways of the slime kingdom?
Who’s really on the leash and who’s really pulling who?
Who’s in my underwear all day
the other stillborn. We keep both on the dinner table.
He reminds me he is an animal. But I remind him,
“So are your children.””