celebrity moms

[johnnyruin]

burnt, but
not out of it
farther
loopless
looking for a
coke habit
maybe
a cold glass of water
the fan rumbles in front
of the tree too small
for black birds

tell me the truth about clean cut blonde boys

about
pulp seed from
pulled
hairs

you cannot replant those roots
(no matter what those tv doctors tell you)

years worth of wasted time
is what we have from our
dead-eye lottery daydreams

i have my excuses planned in advance
for the day that the slits
don't let light through the windows
i practiced in the back room

living through jars of garbage
i have determined which words
are the most important
if only i could tell you
without them turning into
puddle pictures
on the floor

it's time to let go of things
that can't be given away