it
was
a
story
he'd
read
of
long
legs
on
the
handle
bars
of
a
bike
I
couldn't
write
today
because
I
did
way
too
much
talking
instead
my
days
were
so
bleak
then
you
kissed
me
with
those
lips
saw
me
with
your
eyes
work
turn to the left
work
now turn to the right
work
sashay, shante
WORK!
-RuPaul
the
fly
landed
on
my
iphone
and
it
was
so
cute
just
sitting
there
I
hate
you
poetry
I
love
you
poetry
talk
to
me
poems
my
mind
is
so
dirty
but
I
can't
bring
myself
to
write
about
it
Pharrell
Williams
was
singing
I
wasn't
sure
but
it
felt
like
old
times
there's
a
way
to
live
and
a
way
to
die
we've
plenty
of
time
for
both
I
was
thinking
of
the
day
I
walked
home
just
as
the
sun
broke
the
clouds
tell
me
a
long
story
I
want
to
hear
your
voice
singing
me
to
sleep
but
sometimes
her
spells
didn't
work
so
she
looked
for
something
more
potent
I
wanna
be
your
daily
soul
I
wanna
be
the
gold
in
your
river
the
summer
backyard
and
the
children
reflected
in
her
sunglasses
I
saw
a
woman
with
bird
leggings
using
the
pay
phone
it
pleased
me
I
dropped
my
phone
in
the
toilet
along
with
my
poems
they're
in
rice
while
walking
I
found
a
feather
that
looked
just
like
David
Lynch's
hair
his
room's
white
and
in
a
tall
building
and
mine
is
brown
and
near
the
grass
the
bed
is
still
warm
and
he's
on
concrete
in
a
box
on
an
island
it
was
a
slow
spell
she'd
cast
it
took
years
to
work
but
it
did
work
it
did
I
get
nostalgic
for
things
that
haven't
happened
and
cry
a
little
it
was
like
with
his
sheer
awesome
he
pulled
the
breeze
up
off
the
water
He
did
his
tai chi,
his
inhale/exhale,
and
then
the
old
man
farted.
we
love
the
artist
because
he
speaks
for
us
and
then
feel
we
know
him
the
fisher
king
came
to
mind
and
talking
to
me
he'd
made
so
much
sense
he
embarrassed
me
seemed
to
be
the
main
theme
but
that
was
long
ago
she
taught
me
how
delicious
peanut
butter
and
butter
sandwiches
were
it
was
with
those
great
big
tired
eyes
she
kept
on
keepin'
on
tirelessly
she
sang
in
tones
I'd
never
heard
like
from
another
world
entirely
I'm
the
girl
that
will
go
hunting
tonight
she
sang
oh
hunting
tonight
I'm
looking
for
the
moon
like
I'm
waiting
for
it
to
tell
me
something
I
dreamt
of
the
King
in
Yellow
he
was
not
yellow
but
clouded
by
sun
I
thought
of
that
big
old
brown
chevy
van
we
used
to
ride
in
as
kids
you
laugh
after
we
make
love
and
I
sometimes
cry
it's
quite
warm
tonight
I'm
a
soldier
without
a
gun
a
dagger
of
love
straight
to
your
heart
there
was
a
bat
by
the
river
squeaking
I
got
very
close
to
him
I
squashed
the
bug
his
blood
and
guts
are
now
forever
part
of
my
book
there
was
sun
and
then
some
clouds
a
little
rain
and
then
the
sun
came
back
you
could
stop
being
an
asshole
and
start
kicking
some
ass
just
sayin'
I
bathed
in
the
light
unblinded
and
then
threw
it
out
like
bath
water
the
sky
was
so
dark
but
the
sun
shone
and
I
couldn't
ever
know
why
I
wanted
to
spread
my
wings
and
fly
but
instead
I
just
laid
on
the
sand
