i can see the weight
of a long heavy sleep
resting on your
eyelids.

you're ready to
close up shop
and pull the
shades down tight.

play dead for
a day or two.

soon enough
i'll grow out of spongebob squarepants
in exchange for sponge baths
and square framed reading glasses.

my insides
are too
acidic to
host a
fragile thing
like love.

something must be
broken in that
area of broca's

i'd like my thoughts to
be immaculate but
it's rather hard to
articulate or decipher
my synapses' patterns
in a logical manner

the last frontier of my
subconscious somewhere
in here

but in uncharted
territory lies some kind
of fear.

all the tiny wires
in my wrist
unsure which
to cut
to disarm
the bomb.

i'll be riding my
bike through the
dilapidated streets
listening to the
gorillaz because i'm
on the planet of the
apes

this girl,
this poor deluded
girl.

all the things she
almost said
stuck between her teeth.

the sweet i miss you's
and i love you's
hacking away enamel.

saccharine nothings
disintegrating molars
and canines.

as her teeth drop
from her head
she puts them in her pocket.

just as a little
reminder of the things
that almost were.