my pen
as a mustache
striking
but not effective
paths trodden through grass
aren't always straight
sometimes
they're gay
what you're really tasting is the olive
oil and threadbare mascara
there are absolutely crumbs in my bed
what color am I
in this light
silky shadows stark
candles after dark
what's with the fences
hey this is mine mine
and that's yours lets
be separate
I’m not communist or whatever
twin salamanders play
nug strain roulette
farmed by gnomes
this isn't the fucking
jamboree
walking to dat beat
the suns out
and so are my dogs
tried to write homies and wrote homos
Freudian slip suggests what it will
they said pay whatever
so I paid homage to the stream
hate when I use a public toilet and I get OPP (other peoples piss) all over my
thoughts (thighs)
I can't get the music
loud enough
to drown out
what's eating
gilbert grape
Now I feel melancholy
bc we talked about grief
how it's a pool and a balloon
27 club birthday tycoon
I think I need to re-read that book about cognitive distortion
is it time to move along?
ALL AMERICAN REJECTS
push that button
eject
the point of my life is to me
what the clitoris is to men:
unreasonably hard to find
I only floss for the oral stimulation of it
So locked in I'm gripping the chair supports
with my bare toes
when I wished to be edged till I cried
this is NOT what I meant
Things I am currently coveting:
- ponds
- pretty dresses
- tea party
- brown line semi-permanent tattoos
- a bidet
- dinner party with Anthony Bourdain, Mac Miller, and Abraham Lincoln
- baby animals
If this is a prison
it's a beautiful one
My dad bought me my first geek bar
based
I'm so stoned
and
my hair's so long
and
my lungs are weak
but
my heart is strong
sure, blessed is the man who finds a wife, but more blessed is the wife who finds herself
if I was a doctor I would prescribe twerking- trauma is released though the hips, or at least that’s what the Queen ant on my blanket told me
we see what we want to see
and that's supposed to protect us?
Sandwich Years 
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