late n i g ht antics
sleep in warm blue fuzz
cold chinese food
not refering to
physical leftovers
more along
metaphysical afterthoughts
surreal banter from a glassy eyed gap tooth demon
the horns’ a blowin
the snores a snoozing?
e c Lectic tuna cassorole said the light piece
shown from the folds of the blanket
this black golds got me good
not oil you spoil sport
more like
icky drippy
marijuana cashew breakfast
I MEAN MAN
WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A REALLY LATE DINNER AND A REALLY EARLY BREAKFAST
dreams of
cowboy killers
among
cowboy killers
c o w b o y c a n n i b a l s
and the dreams of some blonde boy who lays in someone elses bed
with out his drink
or his two step
im really not that clever
i think it’s more along the lines
of direction?
ample supply
and it all comes down
to winter
seeming
the same
bleeding
nostalgic trees and dances
from fucked up kids
listening to fucked up music
watching fucked up movies
calling each other fucked up names
were fucked up
i dont know where we fucked up
im fucked up
and this altar
of tshirts
stained tshirts
pictures
of kids wearing sunglasses
undwear
sitting in tubs
with the light off.
cocktails of
misery blankets
asexual harddrives
triangle shaped tapestrys,
asking you to forgive jesus christ
or jesus christ asking you to forgive yourself
forgive me for the sins of my forefathers, cast me in the water, “dip me in the water”
clean me
because im filthy jesus
im a ear escalator
no
a dear excavator
i got
food for thought
and everyones still hungry
the little red planet
only the red crayon
the early of the morning,
the simple mother
wakes up from her dream
into her life
from basking in the unconscious and the safety net of her own
imagination
where she twirls
and spans
to all corners
red curtains be her clothing
velvet
lines
hers
and the fabrics
smooth
curves
the first moment of being awake is so precious
this second is so cruel
for the soul purpose
of leaving fantasy behind
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