I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
In truth, There is no 'you’ You are but a lie, a clue You flatter yourself thinking, That my entire thought unceasing Is but on one individual,
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
