swimming eyes

hotboxing the living room

in nothing but a damp towel

blasting elliott smith

bc the upstairs neighbors

arent upstairs maybe

and i left my phone

the other night

to drive you home

completely forgot i had one

not sure what id do w it

take a picture of the moon

from a city roof

i imagine what it would be like

to be me for a day

piss on the sidewalk walking home

from some bar you werent at

so i didnt feel like staying

taking a dog into a bar

telling everyone no

when they ask for a smoke

im not your buddy to my buddy

my legs are tired

sold all my energy

to the energy company

so everyones roommate can leave

the lights on

maybe ill tell you

or become something wholly new

what if i wrote a poem

it meant nothing

whos to say

at first i couldnt see the clouds

and then they were there

its fine to stand in the street

late at night

i told you i loved you

forever and i mean that still

like a swamp air

hangs is the feeling in my heart

old and crushed into many nothings

why its warmer when the sun sets

who looks at me the way you did

sometimes

i question everything beautiful

in my mind

everything buried by whatever

it flies thru the sky

and slowly covers my body

farewell god farewell gutter trash

placebo frienships pressed against

w glue we can huff with each other

everything that eats its lover

two trees grown too close together

getting high and a little drunk

to eat a cheeseburger

i miss a good park

everyones dead pets

i have pictures of them in my phone

ive already paid

ive finished all of it