let’s pick an obvious starting point and work our way backward
the sun in my eyes nearly eclipsed by winos and derelicts
drying the sweat on my back .hands warming calm
shaking off the gone rushing air and this letter burns
three six tw[o]o
im my favorite basement stashed wishbone warrior narrative
speaking in tongues and written words
we scream ourselves to death, in nautical terms
and always puke over the wrong side of the boat
we’ve got abt seventeen wishes we’d like to have filled
(begin again:)
drumming up rooftops
strangled shorthand messages and malice
seemingly softmore: these parking meter metrics
yr a big apple afterthought
im my laundry long list of melodies and mistakes
can’t you stand motionless? magic 8-ball & all.
speaking of lipgloss & stereotypes, this
horrorshow of habits & halos aint quite so quiet
so lets wheel out the old scapegoat & a fresh coat of paint
faint forever feigned the same