Poem for Sept 2
777,777,777 East Ave
sleep was invented to hide from our nocturnal desires
loneliness is an agoraphobic lightning bug in a meadow
the jar is clean and glass and I light it up
and the world looks so much nicer when its just out of arms reach
give me something solid to throw myself against
yes bottle-lady, jar-man, your chest will do, wrap it around me
escape is impossible in the outdoors
I want them walls thick and demanding with loud throats I can ignore
give me something to fight against to be mean to
out of hatred comes all pleasures or ecstasies
the argumentative shit gems clogging toilets thick
we made a kings fortune from each other
I sold mine for a horse, rode it all the way to Western Ave.
sleep was invented to hide from our nocturnal desires
loneliness is an agoraphobic lightning bug in a meadow
the jar is clean and glass and I light it up
and the world looks so much nicer when its just out of arms reach
give me something solid to throw myself against
yes bottle-lady, jar-man, your chest will do, wrap it around me
escape is impossible in the outdoors
I want them walls thick and demanding with loud throats I can ignore
give me something to fight against to be mean to
out of hatred comes all pleasures or ecstasies
the argumentative shit gems clogging toilets thick
we made a kings fortune from each other
I sold mine for a horse, rode it all the way to Western Ave.