I wear a coat of ick and yuck I just can’t chuck
I feel stuck in this yuck this fuck fuck bad luck
this coat won’t shuck
ick yuck ick yuck sick fuck
don’t worry about him she said, he is a good friend of mine.
a little while later we picked up that chair. carried it home, quad like. you and sci-fi until we drop, until we trout.
waiting for it to hit, sitting by the water, sitting on the dock both smoking while they went off to into the trees. you stayed behind and played for me.
i just looked at my reflection and listened. the others were leaving, but you stayed behind. you told me we could do it together, you told me you’ll show me right. you and me: same shirt, same lines.
cut one for me. ill cut one for you. and we’ll meet in the middle and forget it ever happened.
muriel mentor came from these hills. roll on over, across the pond, into the sky. i heard you like dancing. i heard you knew a time. i know you were scared. it is always hard to see a confident lady turn to a waiver in the eye. smile on.
show you in fall, show you in future, show you in a delusion that is supposed to come together. i see your face and it makes me smile. a grin that weakens any sense of no. smile with me, dream with me. don’t even dream, just play. playing is lame, comfort is satisfying. skin is satisfying, a comfort that takes away any constraint a smile leaves behind. no sorries, never sorries, just an open basket of what yesterday left behind.