sometimes the trailer is better than the movie
perhaps we'll recast for the sequel

i sharpened my blade
preparing for this duel
an inevitable loss
but i fought all the same
to keep you from my

*brain

not a single frame of your oak eyes today
the only thought i had was of that song
the one at the end of furious seven
how pathetic am i

if i was a betting man,
seventy seven floor tiles.
doesn't sound like a lot
but you fail to consider
the load you're bearing
and at the end of your journey
there's a cat with an appetite for your tongue

i'm drunk
you're drunk
we have so much in common

but you won't remember this
and neither will i
back to page one

the sequel
is never as good as the original

but i'll still pay eight bucks
and sit in a dark room
that smells like ***
with strangers
eating burnt popcorn

to watch you for ninety two minutes

times winding down
sweat eclipses my brow
he shoots
the buzzer sounds
he misses
that's the game, folks

keep those words inside
for fear that you might ruin
what's already yours