"Calculus"
"Calculus"
eleven cigarettes and fourteen matches
that's five and a half car rides
and three love letters
i intend to burn down your freeze-dried empire
your homemade niche where you read your books
they are about abortion and
they are not about choice
i shall roll up your paper mache world
and smoke it like it's cuban
because that's anywhere but here
thirty-three broken hearts in sixteen years
that's eleven hundred tears
and one broken record
i swear to turn the tables over in rage
your seat at the bar where you tell jokes
they are offensive and
thet are not about white men
i will light up your makebelieve realm
and hit it like it's pure
because that's anything but this
yet you refuse thirty-five and i plead fifteen which is six years short of jim beam
and four late nights of sixty-seven channels of fifty thousand pounds of
plastic and cocaine
ten more dollars will buy you one ticket out of here
three hundred sixty-three miles and forty degrees west
five feet buried and
one to go
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so i wrote that one at work yesterday. i think i'm gonna put all my stuff together, finally.
i actually have inspiration now (laura and mike--those crazy canadians that i barely know but found my america poem somewhere online...)
love always,
ali
eleven cigarettes and fourteen matches
that's five and a half car rides
and three love letters
i intend to burn down your freeze-dried empire
your homemade niche where you read your books
they are about abortion and
they are not about choice
i shall roll up your paper mache world
and smoke it like it's cuban
because that's anywhere but here
thirty-three broken hearts in sixteen years
that's eleven hundred tears
and one broken record
i swear to turn the tables over in rage
your seat at the bar where you tell jokes
they are offensive and
thet are not about white men
i will light up your makebelieve realm
and hit it like it's pure
because that's anything but this
yet you refuse thirty-five and i plead fifteen which is six years short of jim beam
and four late nights of sixty-seven channels of fifty thousand pounds of
plastic and cocaine
ten more dollars will buy you one ticket out of here
three hundred sixty-three miles and forty degrees west
five feet buried and
one to go
---------------------------------
so i wrote that one at work yesterday. i think i'm gonna put all my stuff together, finally.
i actually have inspiration now (laura and mike--those crazy canadians that i barely know but found my america poem somewhere online...)
love always,
ali