He feels compelled
to smack her ***.
Hot pants and red jeggings
jeer him.

The world cannot contain
Weezy.
Nor should it.

He will smack her ***.

Yr gonna feel like ****.
The dinners, the openings
all don't matter.

The friends the small talk
the bougie dishes
all don't matter.

You know this
and I know this this
is why we are friends.

I make my bed with a spot for you.
Your weight numbs my arm.
You the type of ***** make a ***** hit the gym.

You giggle at my jokes and
you smile and you won't not look at me.
It makes me wrap my next armaround you.

I guess you can call this a hug.
I guess you can call me a python.

You are in my head
not my bed
however,

we fall asleep together and
my right thigh hovers over to your left side.
Tickling iron filaments.

You manage to not break free
you placate me
till 3 and
you open a window.

It's hot.

I held you so tight to keep you
I know you
debate climbing
out that window every night.

The elevation and yellow and horns
once called my name too.

It would be smart to learn
new ways to squeeze you
so you could never leave.

Iem a block of ice.

You will reach a point in yr life.
It will seem final cos you cannot perceive geometry.

You are the wild one!
You coin'd the goose chase!

Don't act
like you don't enjoy Chicken Run

Mel Gibson with a cross can swim in the deepend!

Faces on facebook
in the crowd
on the day
Lookin for books a bookhole pulls our eyes together

I saw you
aligned.

My eyes cross
it's called
Left Strabismus

My professor told me to feel
as he slid his hand down my pocket
for charcoal.

He got charcoal.

I got a court summons.

Got an idea for a pretty poem?
Hold that thought
while Yung Joc finishes plz.

In the barnyard
in the suburbs
Blacktop recess was the best recess
cos we were kettled together

90s nostalgia is limited to lame t.v shows

why don't no one talk about the wet overcast no more?