the impermanence of mutual human affection
is like, just the worst
truth out there, y’know?
keep away the evil vibes & bad spirits
with a shot of spirit: vodka/whiskey/gin.
pop it back, let out a breath, grab an ear
to whisper something in to, do it all again.
oh, what a place the world would be
if people could take hints
not wrapped in bricks
I’ve got a question: how do you drink three glasses of moderately priced
red blend & not sport wine lips? it’s a mild miracle,
& I’m into it. do you think we could bend this
friendship into a French flick?
it’s that way you talk to yourself,
quiet and quite sure no one is the wiser.
here it is, here
I need a girl with eyes that work like mine,
that see what mine see, roughly.
fast clouds track over a moon
a few notches past full.
it’s friday the 13, &
you don’t have time for this bull.