drapes in the wind.
tears for fears of broken
put the batteries in but all she does is shake.
empty bottle rage or
internet confessed angst
I phoned you:
" meet me where the street lights blink for days
and its always night"
we walked the double line holding hands.
you brought the cure and i brought the disease.
A bottle of mr. Daniel's finest
mixed with ms. pink P's smilers.
" i'm drunk now, gimme the keys."
some nights it only takes five blinks to drive a cities length
obscene laughter in a 7/11.
black hoodies and pink laces are all red marked, rolled back eyes could see.
we felt 10 feet tall with our fingers on a quarter inch piece of plastic.
muzzle loaded fire works
and your god damned
kept our teeth white throughout the night.