I have no
time
for long poems.

Get to the point
You are still
on the
clock

at Whole Foods.

If i lay spread eagle upside down will you want me?
Ok fine, take me on my back.

Cheap thrills are still thrills
Are better then lonely nights.

The heater is always on
The airconditioner is always on.

I find a way to make you laugh
so you stay longer.

I find a way to write empty poems
about the ways I will never attempt to ****** you.

It is so funny how we've cumodifide our sadness.
There was a time where
my mother

and my self
or my responsible father

would ensure that my sadness could be reconciled.

Now I rely on facebook statuses
and online poetry.

It smells like rotting flesh, the cycles do.

Die.
He goes down to the river
slowly,
the man who he once knew is
tiny fragments of aluminum ribbons
with rubies and jelloshots.

I used roll down these hills as a kid
Andrew and I.
He showed me his **** once
I think
I liked it
I think
Our ***** were open.