I can't complete
a full nights sleep;
a cycle or three
eat healthy
and hearty
and healthy,
yeah smart
with my wisdom teeth
and I'll tell you who I am
I
watch you sleep
a full nights worth
of tosses and turns,
and kisses your shoulders,
to taste lotion pressed skin
sun tans and sun burns
and make breakfast in bed,
breakfast for lunch,
breakfast for dinner,
because its all I can cook,
but its always breakfast somewhere,
and we're culturalists,
you can clean the dashboard,
with the heels of your feet
if you promise to play
Tumble Connections
again and again on repeat,
and cruise control
tells me where to go,
and a map in the back seat,
crumbled fair; fair skinned
and neat, so we retire
at walmart parked car
e-breaks and fast food
and junk food
and milkshakes
and westcoast
and we.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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