Shoulda brought chips
I broke
My mental state hit domestic terrorist alert
12 yellow orange probably banana
(That’s for Cait)
And my mind just
Dark webbed me
And that fucking baby Boston
Kept staring at me
As it faced the wall
Like the hedge it lives under
And I floundered
Black pants
Black shirt
Snow hat
Just take it back
But maybe a little Nars
I drove fast
That tPMs
Light licked my eyes
My face
And i smoked
And smoked
“Pop, squish, six, uh, oh”
Chicago, didn’t seem the playlist for this moment
Or
For a remorseful thief
It was so cold, Jesus Florida?!
And that kid
Flopped around in my trunk
Wrapped in a dog’s raincoat
Ridiculous
Ceramic hostage
You’re going home kid
His little mitt and bat
And curls peeking out
Of his cap.
Alright it’s time
His little lips dabbed with red
“Stabilize, be cool!”
I pulled in and I felt like a ninja
And yet
Elmer Fudd,
The moment my feet hit land,
The grass
Was amok with arboreal havoc
Fuck! Shhhhhh
Crunch crunch
Shit!
What? Are u eating chips?
The paranoia
I panicked and just laid it by the tree
All the gags I planned
This is why
You drink
This why you’re alone
But they’ll find it
And no cameras by the tree
Maybe I am
A ninja
Because
Even
Now
I’m still invisible
I’m
a punch in the mouth
A bloody grin
Yet I ran like a little girl
Because I was afraid you’d see me
Or even worse
I’d see you
Sincerely,
A noisy jerk
(Have so many poems in my head and I need a secretary) I think this is 4 in 1. Goodnight.
