glue

take dorito bags thrown down by skinny legs into a shopping cart

telekinesis fastest thoughts 

of where light starts. 

the word 'recyclable' drinkin itself from the clouds.

cause heaven is our trashcan now.

you were the baby in her womb

she replaced it with no one new but that's not as if, not to ensue,

crows didn't shadow midnight but on my face she was tattooed,

and it was okay cuz that day i crossed your name off my shoe

blue gum glued the rest to the street where youll end

stepped past solar trash compacters threw a bracelet on the ground

liquid skin dipping in and out soft and quiet or was it loud?

can you see it in my eyes before it comes out my mouth

why do you lie about not liking crowds?

im a werewolf at night i bathe in street light cocoons of artificial sight

wrapped in your jail house  of pocket filled ripped plastic bags

 licked the insides on the way back on the train

i remember

you wrote a love note in the dust of an antique table, smeared the must. i wasnt able to see, somethin about 'us'

you wanted this but were broke,

the table or my corny jokes?

disease

you know, a river of words don't believe in no happiness.

it's like nothin flows out when you got that kinda heat down in the south.  ghosts blanket my hair raised in cool flashes of death and its loneliness, grabbed your breast

or

i like warm milk to sleep

you can microwave that easy

she said

'anyone can be a stripper

and zombie tattoos are dumb

why does everyone

want to be the same person'

attention craved diamond face, a million little mirrors reflectin back your legs as ur hands sway forth as you pace and figure out if he was really worth any work. 

just a romantic idea, it's cool to have different stories to different people you can pour ur lemonade onto like scat porn or the truth 

Pocohauntus on her month long cruise.

did he like you or just use your words

when you say

'that's why im moving North to where people are focused on real things like money and divorce.

wealth as a means 

to buy my fancy antique tables and nice things'

 but I mean

I'm not a starving child, i dont pretend I just dont eat

the difference between isolation and solitude

are these the kind of things that get used against me and you?

under my feet, i step on every crack i think

if i could avoid superstition and demise

i stopped your fan with my mind

ive studied black magic at nighttime 

studied aloneness 

sent wolves to watch in windows and claw 

at the bars of hospital rooms and voices talk

to me i know it's god

got bit by a dog 

saying that i am not

i'm just a marabout

wiped my runny snotty snout on your shirt

nothin really hurts

just nothin heals 

heal like a dog

fur like a beached whale

cut myself like a fresh cut lawn

my armpit embraced death
or a spot on my neck
more death. dead dead dead

raise the sun up to the east i don't care where the sun will hit my feet

it's almost nighttime

like a sun dial is set on

when i die

i wanna kill myself

been thinkin about it all the time

rainbow prism in the sky

pictures on my phone

clock in the sky

have everythin to myself when i die

tumbleweed on city street

it looked like someone pulled out some bitches weave

you asked what's freedom but more choices to ruin your life?

i guess i said if i had a choice I wouldnt have ever been alive

i got slapped by you.

you said livin was beautiful,

you were once a baby in a womb

but so were you

in the grass i leaned

rubbed off the letters of tags

of tornados i dreamed

drugged, beaten, dragged

alive to just die