Dancing in Target
Making sure everything
Everybody
Looks the same
Acts the same
Scan my retinas at the
Checkout

Hot Cheetos
Over ***
There's more fire in msg
Than monogomy

Tangled up melodies
At least your song plays
Skinny arms and wrists
You're the girl I never kissed

Drinking up sorrows
For the songs that never play
Fill the void with cheap liquor
Easy escapes we should never make

We all have ideas
About ourselves and others
Until we become
Ourselves and others

This liquid lady
Makes me fall in love
With all that turns
From solid to liquid
As surely as she does

These wheels spin
Draped in the clothes from
The Hospital
Rolled out
Onto this platform
Waiting for the underground
Subway
Hunched in the hospital wheelchair
Stares flood
The Homeless
Are unsightly to those who pass
Especially the sick
Less tolerable than the
Smiling panhandler