navel belched
lint
skanky as
in: melba toast, marmite,
blackmail,
young Howard Stern, Sydney Pollack,
I can see
the anger in your eyes,
without chemicals,
he points.
this isn’t a
watch And that’s
not the time
you put into it
time of a
different sort:
not made for
watches
I find malls
compelling,
but they
give me a crick in the neck
a cervical
disorder similar to:
wet hair in
cold daylight, full stomach in the shallow end,
spray
cheese. these have no skank.
they’re
honest and well-intentioned
they say
<<the road to hell is paved with good intentions>>
I say <<heck,
I got a match, your ass and my face or is it…?>>
“hey got a
match?”
“smoke
cigarettes?”
“love ‘em?”
“hate ‘em?”
“Sometimes.”
Dot Dot Dot
“iuhno...you
tell me.”
Same blank
as in gap, mind it,
Go to Italy,
lift weights, watch a movie,
All a
distraction before ya die
we distruct