Tuesday

the couch is not a good beer holder.

my hair is a mess and so are my girl brains.
I can't tell which way is up, I can't tell which way is South.
sad thoughts scatter my brain like dirty laundry on my living room floor.
Please don't tell my neighbors I spy on their bird. I love listening to him
talk to himself. I wish I could own a bird, but I believe my cat kid will
kill one.

Please don't tell my mother I lied and said she was dead to make
a little extra money on Monday. I want her to love me still.
I want my Pet Turtle to come back home and I want to get
an A in math. I just want to pass one class in my whole life.

I want to make my father smile from heaven and my make
my Mema cry tears of Joy that remind me of honeydew melon.
I just want to take my dog for a walk in the rain while no shoes.
Don't make the assumption I'm dead if I don't check the mail
for a week. Sometimes I am that lazy.

Water that runs down the tub drain will run down the mouths of thirsty
men in the City. I'm grateful I don't live on a train or an Island. I'm happy
there are no volcanoes here. Endlessness will kill us. Just let me know
the end is near when It is, I hate surprises.


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