It was a half a face noon & night.
Lithium waters were coming soon to a theater near you, but there were no empty canisters to fill your heart with. Lynched bliss & a loan of sadness — their hearts crumpled like a bad poem. Boys and girls confused in the bongos of summer heat. Islands full of fire check their lungs for death’s hickie with a swamp of plays & a ton of bad words. Spared in this fake tempest of sworn spider webs and adult cries. I tried to make it out, but fell into that volcanic eruption of promises unfulfilled & desires murdered by Caliban and his crew.
The scent of that angry dollar suffocates my mood , tears of Nutrogena swimsuits glide home on a dry stiff cheek.
I lied & said I’d been where I never intended to go and…I was found out. I admit the taste of enemy territory, somehow, is appealing.
As is the smell of your lover’s lover on her after a sun shower.
