old phone notes 

I haven't smiled in a while 

   so it's cool. Watch out for the dog

Drool , all over my Antique Carpet. 

The one my great grandmother 

made back in the age of wheat sewing 

and lazy Suzanne's. 

My feet , only my toes, in the pool. 

My eyes sink to the blue bottom

While my legs wait for you 

to carry me far, far away. 

I already need some more vodka ,

I just ate the last sushi roll. 

Don't be fool , and don't fall for her. 

She has a soul of

A demon and 

my great 

grandmother’s 

               Antique Carpet.