What Do Ya Know

she writes a lot of child time cinema

talk a speech, speeching heart

too many homes to take it to go

leave it in a cardboard box,

pretty pre-packaged, pay up and leave me, it seems
you live behind trees, they're not nearly as naked as you are

balcony bliss, rooftops rough enough to breathe

i am a friend of a friend who doesn't want anything to do with you

hotel beds leave me heartless,

toenail painted shades of green,

two on either side, back ache, mathematical hangover

carpet tessellating too much, you're wrong. you're wrong,

you know this

finger tipped fevers

tired of words that come in O's

we are supposed to be god, bearing children

capture me capture you in a dress,

that touches ground for gold

high heeled harsh skies, grey and gross. stop

wish you could bear soul like you bare heart

the way you talk in the shower like its a microphone

blackened berries, your dark nights are darker in the daylight

your face is cold, fever fucked, sorry I said it.

gifted girls come in packaged deals,

they're ready to run fully heeled into vehicles

paper plates and heartaches left aside to dry in due time

we are soul-bearing, holding hot handed homes in paper cups,
ready to be given out like children's lemonade games
a cinematic disaster's mastering sinister,
in handfuls for the homeless,
they don't want your sinful moments hovering over them

our wrinkles are running design free, these aren't made up.
finger nails and kids fall into bushes thorned with hell,
band aids and blisters leave for disasters in a parking lot
beneath grey skies and ice cream cones to go,
we realize, it's just a slideshow for the animal,
what do ya know