i got twigs in my yellow hat
that i bought because
it matches my teeth.
i called myself out
and i cleaned myself out
then i shook and bit and i scratched at your skin in the cold.
i remembered last time
and every time
a tree creaked i sat up
and expected my mother
or your father to come walking around the corner
maybe it was a year ago
i sat watching monsters
that destroyed new york city
i wouldn't touch thar hair because it felt so gross
and i felt so bad
but the panick i felt never left me that night
i wish i was like your sister's namesake
frozen in time
everybody would find old piano's outside in hunting gear
and they'd stop to play it even though
they thought nobody was watching.
i told you not to leave me here by myself
i told you you should cop a feel of that cop when you
laced up that corset just under your breast
my brother told me not burn up his chair
but i poured gas all over it
and smoked a cigarette
fucking a keyhole
with a severed appendage
that's not mine
is it fucking then?
one time i was in a port a potty
and i wouldn't sit down
so i peed down my leg
and i cried for a minute
while the chiropractor looked on
real confused like, cracking my back
i'm not laughing actually
because I'm getting really angry
i can't ever say
what i think i might want to say
things like this never turn out
how i want them to turn.
""Suffice to say I just eat every 12 hours, sleep every 20 hours, masturbate every 8 hours and otherwise just sit on the train and stare ahead without a thought..." -Neal Cassady
somebody please buy me mexico city blues.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
meanwhile, a good day to you if you are still there. I think that I am--- I just burnt my fingers on this cigarette.
Posted by Miranda at 5:27 PM
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