I jumped across your picket fence
I saw the letters you spelled out in flames
your radiant pule, glow like sapphire
I can't predict your next thought
Don't undastand your actions
I try to fake it with you sometimes
to see how you react*
The underground scene of today washed up torn pieces
of newspaper you used to roll cheap tobacco when 9
drinks got you lifted to obscurity
life-form
in your own way a life-form.
hiding smiles with lipstick
you moved into a two story duplex
and found out a sorority lived
upstairs.
they introduced themselves, and left
within a week. and you ran to your
car imagining music of triumph and utter
desperation, to make your mission seem more
valuable. you veered to the left as rain
splattered your windshield.
you drove erratic in and out of nods of forgotten
sleep. rage and looting took place and you said to
your superiors "if they had been smoking jays
none of this would have ever happened."
I threw in a dip and laughed about the whole thing
as I tried to piece together the parts that made
the most sense to me. I hope that you and them can eventually
do the same.
MaChine GUn
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