LAME.

Eat my brain

Stuff me with love

And shave my head.

The earth seems to

Float, while I walk

Upon the concrete floor.

When the pencils start

To talk and the room

Begins to sway. I think

On that day, I will eat

Oranges until I turn orange

And dance with the wolves

On full moons. When the

Turkey is done, hang it

To dry in between the

Laundry and my eyes.

The ocean is no place

To weep, only the

Waves know the secrets you

Keep secret and they won’t

Tell. When the sky crumbles

To my feet, tell mom I love

Her and walk my dog.