towing blind windows/who’s counting?
like when calling is
to a behind me person
say a name of mine
the same name
there’s nothing named nothing
funnier than scarlet tumbling
over petcoke stacked
horseshoes’ letter u
horses don’t stop the truth is
live fast thug young and
live not
making to make
but barely to turn into
anything beautiful anymore
don’t mind me
already working that hard
myself
mirror
well of a model
skinny girl girl skinny
ya’ tell me what it’s like
give me the skinny
to be the next prime cut in this
big bad shop
never meant to out you
never meant to cut the sow slow
with this dull ass blow
this moving away from
each
other place
never
had a porch with two chairs neither
never had a pool or poor old
hen we never did nothing with
oh so this
is what sitting at the kitchen table is
the truth of yolo just hit
more like a kiss ever felt
always leaving you
breaking or a kind of thing
talking it
always being later
never worshiping loss
tossed up in this loss too much
aw god
i can feel her trembling chilly
from the no one being around to throw
blankets on top of her
where she is
she keeps falling asleep
not in bed again where she is
frigid bitch
taught me how to be
this frigid bitch
who wakes up from
drug dreams of running alone with
good great
god knees
with this resin hardened chest
this prison is the first person
something like a baby
something like if humans
be the air of buildings
the doors the mouth
except without the gift of voice
when the air
stops coming around
the air
make building fall down
the building is not there
it stop make sound