to be honest -
lots of penises
lots of them
worked out sort of

stepped on a jellyfish
stabbed myself on a broken mirror
by accident
ate a lot of donuts

pet a dog
hung out with cats
hung out with good people
a few of them
hung out with bad people
lots of them

ran away from a boyfriend
complained about nothing
got a lappytoppy finally
complained about trump

cut my hair and its still annoying
me with its definition
fell in love with a girl
then immediately regretted it

that sort of stuff

August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic

nippy thursday outside
black berry clusters gather
in their dark matter conclaves
silent is the August essence
it’s morning and it’s laundry day
got only your boxers on

that guy’s got a different ride
all the time
says he’s an heir to an oil
magnate yo
bet his ex girlfriend’s kicking
herself ‘cuz
the checks larger than three
or five year’s
worth of salaries, crazy crazy
baby got
regrets but she says she’s not a
gold digger

Porcelain birds
Perch upon my window sill
Waiting to recieve the letter
I told them about

A letter I've been writing for weeks
Cooped up in my clockwork tower
Speaking to no one but the dust-spiders
And the squirrel that Mother still hasn't
found out about

I wrote about how much I wish
To leave this place
How much I wish to join you
In the garden we'll plant together
Laying in the grass and looking
Up at the bright orange sky
Before the sun finally sets

I wrote about the lovely meals
I'll cook and all the treats I'll bake
only for you

The animals we'll take care of
and bond with, our ideal version of
children, I suppose

The places we'll travel together
and the beautiful pictures we'll take

But most importantly
the "I love you."
at the very end to make sure
my point comes across