smoking gun

[simonsayssuckit]

the cracker and the cocoa puff
stuck behind the fridge
rolling around in the dust bunnies
hand in crispy stale hand
we are alone in the dark
in the warmth of the night
the soft glow of the light
the trash goes out tommorow
i am the happy medium
hold me in the dark
oh cracker
remember me
as im gobbled up by the passing broom and dust pan
im lost
in all the birdhouses of our hearts
im lost