I haven't shaved in 7-
I guess 8 days,
so it's the perfect time
to put on a pair of jeans
I've worn 4, maybe 5 times
without a proper wash,
I head out for a stroll
into the morning light,
I cross busy city streets
for kicks,
there's an army of running girls,
tan legs,
welcome mat *****,
any other day,
but today,
Keep the feet in steady motion,
a symphony of distant yelps
and funeral sirens,
me in ***** jeans,
gas station,
think about lighting myself on fire,
start to laugh,
keep moving,
a pretty girl and a lion,
let my eyes roll,
as they crawl into hobble
to color themselves
******,
and I walk until
morning gives way to afternoon,
until sidewalk gives way to forest,
my god these noises are tasteful
and frightening,
I think about the faces of pretty girls,
I think about hell,
then promise myself to never
fall in love with anyone
who will ever love me back,
too boring,
I come across cemetery,
find a unique name carved in stone,
the epitaph indicated upstanding character,
"loved with all her might",
all I can say is,
I hope it's contagious, Anna,
I dug a trench by her sleeping place,
I hope it's cool with your man, Anna,
I let my ***** jeans,
I let my wrinkled shirt,
I let my smokey scent,
I let it all sink to soil,
The stars are beautiful, Anna,
I don't know that I've ever seen them
before,
and I don't think I ever want to
see them again.