short volumes

what kind of musicians
would we be
if we played our songs
for others

people have
licked the sugar off
my smile
they don’t kiss
me like they used
to

I am
condemned to
the change
of seasons

Folks I used to

I was just trying to rebel against
the Great White Shark.
that is the reason I bought him
I thought I could fuck with Fates,
damn. I smoked hookah and
pussy through that haze I
spent money on a symbol and it
was his, in a stem of ingenuity
I didn’t recognize he
didn’t say anything
good enough.

I stood my greatest enemy against a wall
and performed mouth-to-mouth.
lace yourself around her hair,
grave robbers taught me,
all that time in the (car) in the (place)
I never got the (motion),
always on our way home
I felt like I should point
out the elephant in the room (car)
told her I hated (her) parents
for conceiving a child
that I couldn’t touch
she walked out so proud
I hated her.

(she) Never knew why I stole all her shirts but
it was just to smell her when she wasn’t ()
No I don’t like (Eric Clapton)
but I want to like you so
shut the fuck up and take off your
pants while I make you (dinner).

in-

in this page I will remember what I was here for
in this thought I am thinking about
in this thought I am thinking
in that house I was sitting there was a fire and
in that house the fire felt me it was a cold liquid
in cineration it told me it is that way
in moments my limbs were white again
in my skin liquid skin fire and
in thought this page I am thinking
in consistencies, that tree blew down over
in the neighbor’s yard there is a fence
in it coerced rabbit trails, child play things
in primary lego bricks melted
in candies found rolling under the seat
in years of pouring out sand castles from shoes