jets in the sky
bundle of balloons fly
before I can call it a poem it's afterward
it's grind time
it's no time for poems
she fuck with me then she don't
i mean what can i say i keep a distance make excuses
made sure it was only time to fuck around
tick tick
even my friends called me toxic but not any more than i did
i crossed the wires and the bomb went off
tick tick I told you
the clock was fast
and slow
I was processing
catching up on sleep
all of a sudden in the drive thru
with a better (high) part of myself
is a girl
my guy that don't mind blowing up
I got metal in my eye and it's poisoning
the whole image
copper and rusted mirror
my valentine?